“Lower away!”
The blocks rattled.
“Now then,” he cried, “over with you. This way. You, Jack, here. Mr.
Massy! Mr. Massy! Captain! Quick, sir! Let’s get--
“I shall go to prison for trying to cheat the insurance, but you’ll get
exposed; you, honest man, who has been cheating me. You are poor. Aren’t
you? You’ve nothing but the five hundred pounds. Well, you have nothing
at all now. The ship’s lost, and the insurance won’t be paid.”
Captain Whalley did not move. True! Ivy’s money! Gone in this wreck.
Again he had a flash of insight. He was indeed at the end of his tether.
Urgent voices cried out together alongside. Massy did not seem able
to tear himself away from the bridge. He chattered and hissed
despairingly--
“Give it up to me! Give it up!”
“No,” said Captain Whalley; “I could not give it up. You had better go.
Don’t wait, man, if you want to live. She’s settling down by the head
fast. No; I shall keep it, but I shall stay on board.”
Massy did not seem to understand; but the love of life, awakened
suddenly, drove him away from the bridge.
Captain Whalley laid the coat down, and stumbled amongst the heaps of
wreckage to the side.
“Is Mr. Massy in with you?” he called out into the night.