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face. To Madden's mind there came, with a sharp sense of pathos, the picture of the little sunny-haired girl he had seen in the chart room.

“Sunk,” murmured Greer in a strange tone, “sunk—when she was as dry as a chip.”

“Heeled over,” shivered Madden, “heeled over in a dead calm—God have mercy on us!”