human
Blown up! yelled Jenkins.
gpt
She's sinking forward! She's cut in two! Where are they? Where's the woman? That wasn't powder, Riley. What was it?
human
Steam, answered the machinist, coolly.
gpt
They didn't rake the fires until too late, I suppose, and left the engine under one bell possibly, while they steered 'fore the wind with the preventer tiller.
human
They've got somebody. Can you see? It's the woman! Blown overboard. See any one else? I don't.
gpt
They're coming back. Only the woman--only the woman out o' the whole crowd.
human
They'd better hurry up, responded Riley.
gpt
What's that over to the nor'ard?
human
Nothing but a tramp, said Jenkins, at length.
gpt
But we don't want to be interviewed. Bear a hand, you fellows, he shouted.
human
Is the woman dead?
gpt
No--guess not, came the answer, through the small deadlight.
human
Fainted away since we picked her up. Burned or scalded, somewhat.