painter when the schooner lurched drunkenly; and in a panic all three of the men ran forward and leaped to our lower deck. The yawl, abandoned, swung idly between the Patience and the schooner. Kinney, seeing what I saw, grabbed me by the arm.
“There!” he whispered, pointing; “there’s our chance!” I saw that, with safety, the yawl could hold a third person, and as to who the third passenger would be I had already made up my mind.
“Wait here!” I said.
On the Patience there were many immigrants, only that afternoon released from Ellis Island. They had swarmed into the life-boats even before they were swung clear, and when the ship’s officers drove them off, the poor souls, not being able to understand, believed they were being sacrificed for the safety of the other passengers. So each was fighting, as he thought, for his life and for the lives of his wife and children. At the edge of the scrimmage I dragged out two women who had been knocked off their feet and who were in danger of being trampled. But neither was the woman I sought. In the half-darkness I saw one of the immigrants, a girl with a ‘kerchief on her head, struggling with her life-belt. A stoker, as he raced past, seized it and made for the rail. In my turn I took it from him, and he fought for it, shouting:
“It’s every man for himself now!”
“All right,” I said, for I was excited and angry, “look out for YOURSELF then!” I hit him on the chin, and he let go of the life-belt and dropped.
I heard at my elbow a low, excited laugh, and a voice said: “Well bowled! You never learned that in an office.” I turned and saw the lovely lady. I tossed the immigrant girl her life-belt, and as though I had known Lady Moya all my life I took her by the hand and dragged her after me down the deck.
“You come with me!” I commanded. I found that I was trembling and that a weight of anxiety of which I had not been conscious had been lifted. I found I was still holding her hand and pressing it in my own. “Thank God!” I said. “I thought I had lost you!”
“Lost me!” repeated Lady Moya. But she made no comment. “I must find my brother,” she said.
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