with it. It would mean for her merely slow death alone by starvation or freezing if the men and the ship were lost, instead of the instant destruction and annihilation with them when the fire reached the gasoline. But he stumbled forward to find her. He groped through the smoke and his hands found a figure.
"Meg!" he called.
"Geoff!" her recognition came back.
"Get off the ship!"
"When you all do!" she returned to him firmly.
"We're going in a minute—right away. Meg! Think of the gasoline!"
"I know!" She had her arms full with a bundle she was saving; she flung it out on the ice. "But I don't go till you do!"
McNeal's voice shouting in hoarse, choking command rang over the ship.
"Everybody get away! Get away!" he bawled. "The fire's got to the tanks; they're heating. Get away!" And he disappeared again below.
"What's he going down again for?" Mar-
