"Are we gaining on the leaks, think you, Jim?" I at length gasped out,
for I felt that if our efforts were producing some effect we should be
encouraged to continue them, but that if not it would be wise before we
were thoroughly exhausted to try and build a raft on which we might have
a chance of saving our lives.
My companion made no reply, but giving a look of doubt, still pumped on,
the perspiration streaming down his face and neck showing the desperate
exertions he was making. I was much in the same condition, though, like
Jim, I had on only my shirt and trousers. I was the first to give in,
and, utterly unable to move my arms, I sank down on the deck. Jim,
still not uttering a word, doggedly worked on, bringing up a stream of
water which flowed out through the scuppers.
It seemed wonderful that he could go on, but after some time he also
stopped, and staggered to where he had left the rod.
"I'll try," he said.