“Is it possible” I yelled, “that they deserted you two women?”

Mary Phillips replied that this was not the case.  They had been implored to go in the boats, but the night was dark, the sea was rough and pitchy, and she was sure the boat would upset before they had gone a hundred yards.  Miss Nugent and she both agreed that it was much safer to remain on a large vessel like the Fidelite, even if she was half full of water, than to go out on the dark and stormy water in a miserable little shell of a boat.  The captain got down on his knees and implored them to go, but they were resolute.  He then declared that he would force them into the craft, but Mary Phillips declared that if he tried that, she would shoot him; she had a pistol ready.  Then, when they had all got in the boats but the captain, two of the men jumped on board again, threw their arms around him and carried him off, vowing that he should not lose his life on account of a pair of senseless Americans.  A boat would be left, the men said, which they might use if they chose; but, of course, this was more a piece of sentiment than anything else.

“And now you see,” cried Mary Phillips, “I was right, and they were wrong.  This steamer has not sunk; and I have no manner of doubt that every soul who went away in those boats is now at the bottom of the sea.”

This was indeed a wonderful story; and the fact that Bertha Nugent was on board a derelict vessel and should happen to fall in with me on board of another, was one of those events which corroborate the trite and hackneyed adage, that truth is stranger than fiction.

It was surprising how plainly I could hear Mary Phillips across the smooth, still water.  The ships did not now seem to be moving at all; but soon they would be nearer, and then I could talk with Bertha.  And soon after (it must be so) I would be with her.

I inquired if they had food and whatever else they needed; and Mary Phillips replied that, with the exception of the slanting position of the ship, they were very comfortable; that she did the cooking; and that Miss Nugent said that they lived a great deal better than when the ship’s cook cooked.

Mary also informed me that she had arranged a very nice couch for Miss Nugent on the afterdeck; that she was lying there now, and felt better; that she wanted to know which I thought the safer ship of the two; and that whenever a little wind arose, and the vessels were blown nearer each other, she wished to get up and talk to me herself.

I answered that I thought both the ships were safe enough, and should be delighted to talk with Miss Nugent, but in my heart I could not believe that a vessel with her bow as low as that of the Fidelite could be safe in bad weather, to say nothing of the possibility of, at any time, the water bursting into other compartments of the ship.  The Sparhawk I believed to be in much better condition.  Despite the fact that she was utterly helpless as far as sailing qualities were concerned, the greater part of her masts and rigging being in a wretched condition, and her rudder useless, she did not appear to be damaged.  I had no reason to believe that she leaked, and she floated well, although, as I have said, she lay rather deep in the water.