garet called, fighting Geoff as he tried to put her away.
"For Latham—he's missing. Koehler thought he might be in the hold."
Geoff felt his sister's grasp become convulsive on his arm.
"Call him back, Geoff!" she cried. "Oh, call him back! Price isn't below. Call him back!"
"Where is he?" said Geoff.
"Call him up—call McNeal up!" she implored wildly. "Tell him Latham's off the ship. I know it!"
Geoff dashed back into the smoke clouding from the hold.
"Jerry!" he shouted. "McNeal! Jerry, Latham isn't there. Come up. He isn't there!"
"Sure?" came from the hold.
"Come up!" Geoff reached down and his hand caught McNeal's and pulled him up.
"Off the ship!" he shouted then, as he came up through the smoke. "Everybody away! Get off! The fire's got to the gasoline!"
McNeal stooped and picked up something from the deck; then going round the little ship he saw that no one else stayed. He drove Geoff
