ung man was staring out on the wide sea. Lavis remembered
the bride and groom who had been so rapturously gazing out on the sea
together before the collision. This was the groom, and he was speaking
to another young man who was treading the deck restlessly, four paces
one way, four paces back. "They said there was a lantern in the boat she
was put in. I think I see it--a small light."

"Do you?"--the restless one halted--"I don't. How long were you
married?"

"Four months."

"Oh-h! We were only ten weeks." With short, quick steps he resumed his
striding.

Lavis leaned beside the young man at the rail. "I think I see the light
you were looking for--there." He pointed.

"Yes, yes--that's it. See here!" He turned to address the pacing man.
"Why, he's gone!" He peered into Lavis's face. "There were ten of us,
you see, with our wives, returning from our wedding trips. We were going
to have a supper together when we reached New York."

"But you are not afraid?"

"I am. And I wish I could have gone in the boat too. But look there!" He
pointed to the hundreds of steerage passengers who were still crowded
together three decks below. "What chance did they give those women
to-night? what chance do they ever get? And my old mother came over
steerage. And she is still alive. And she would stand me up before her
and she'd say--I know how she would say it: 'Dannie, boy, do you tell me
you came away from a sinking ship, and women and children behind you?'"

"But you are not sorry?"

"God, man, no! But only the night before last my wife all at once came
close to me and said: 'Dannie, we're going to have a little baby.' And
nothing more for a long time, me holding her. And then she whispers:
'And I hope he'll be a boy, and grow up to be a man like you, Dannie,'
she said.

"And God help me! Already I had him grown up and was taking him out to
see the Giants play."

"God help us all!" said Lavis; and gripped the other's hand swiftly, and
passed on to the lowest open deck, where, by way of the long gangway, he
might reach the after end of the ship. Already the deck was taking on a
more noticeable forward slant. He saw a man lashing together some
chairs. He paused long enough to see that it was Cadogan, but, without
discovering himself, he passed on to where an isolated man in dungarees
leaned with folded arms across the rail.

It was Andie, with his chin resting on his arms, and his face turned
toward the placid sea. Once he