"Yes, the steam yacht is well equipped with them."
The engine of the vessel had been stopped and the steam yacht lay like a log on the rolling waves. The shocks had caused some of the lights to go out, leaving the passengers in semi-darkness.
"Oh, Dick, do you think we'll go down?" whispered Dora, as she clung to his arm.
"Let us hope not, Dora," he answered and caught her closer. "I'll stick to you, no matter what comes!"
"Yes! yes! I want you to do that! And stick to mamma, too!"
"I will. But I don't think we'll go down just yet," he went on, after a long pause. "We seem to be standing still, that's all."
They waited, and as they did so he held her trembling hands tightly in his own. In that minute of extreme peril they realized how very much they were to one another.
At last, after what seemed to be hours, but was in reality less than five minutes, Anderson Rover appeared.
"There is no immediate danger," said he. "We must have struck some sort of wreckage, or lumber float. There is a small hole in the bow, just above the water line, and several of the seams
