A very little would be enough to keep a struggling man down." "Ha!" ejaculated Mr Reardon, while I shivered at the idea of poor old Ching coming to so terrible an end.
"A glass here!" cried Mr Reardon, and one was handed up to him.
"Try the life-buoy," cried the captain.
"Bless me, sir, I was going to," retorted the lieutenant irritably; "but the idiot who uses this glass ought to be turned out of the service for being short-sighted.

I shall never get it to the right focus." The captain gave a dry cough, and I turned round sharply, expecting to hear some angry exclamation.
"No," cried Mr Reardon, "he is not clinging to the life-buoy.

I wouldn't for anything that it should have happened.

Poor fellow! Poor fellow!" "Ay, poor fellow!" muttered Captain Thwaites.

"Any use to lower another boat, Reardon ?" "No, sir, no," cried the lieutenant, "or I would have had one down.
Ahoy there!" he roared.