"No, young Ishmael, no! I cannot go! The boat is as full as it can be packed now--or at least it won't hold more than one more, and you ought to go; and I will not crowd you out," urged the old man, with passionate earnestness. And all this time the sea was thundering over the wreck and entirely drenching everybody, and nearly drowning some. "Morris, I shall not in any case enter that boat. There is no time, when scores of lives are in imminent danger, to argue the point. But--as you never disobeyed me in your life before, I now lay my commands on you to go into that boat," said Ishmael, with the tone and manner of a monarch. With a cry of despair the professor let himself drop into the lifeboat to be saved. The boat was now really as full as it could possibly be crammed with safety to its passengers. And it was detained only until a cask of fresh water and a keg of biscuit could be thrown into it, and then it gave way for the second lifeboat to come up to the gangway. This second boat was rapidly filled. But when it was crowded quite full there remained upon the breaking wreck Ishmael and ten of the younger steerage passengers. "Come! come!" shouted the captain of the steamer, who was in the second boat. "Come, Mr. Worth! There is room for one more! There is always room, for one more." "If there is room for one more, take one of these young men, my companions," replied Ishmael gravely. "No! no! if we cannot take all, why take one of their number, instead of taking you, Mr. Worth? Come! come! do not keep us here! It is dangerous!" urged the captain. "Pass on! I remain here!" answered Ishmael steadfastly. "But that is madness. What good will it do? Come, quick! climb up on the bulwarks and leap down into the boat! You are young and active, and can do it! quick!" "Give way! I shall remain here," replied Ishmael, folding his arms and planting himself firmly on the quaking deck, over which the sea incessantly thundered. "Ishmael! Ishmael! My son! my son! for Heaven's sake--for my sake,-- come!" cried Mr. Brudenell, holding out his arms in an agony of prayer. "Father," replied the young man, in this supreme moment of fate not refusing him that paternal title; "father," he repeated, with impassioned fervor, "father, every one of these men has precedence of me, in the right to be saved. For when I intervened between them and the lifeboats they were about to seize I promised them that I would see every one of them in safety before attempting to save myself. I promised them that I would be the very last man to leave the wreck. Father, they confided in me, and I will keep my word with them." "But you cannot save their lives!" cried Mr. Brudenell, with a gesture of desperation. "I can keep my word by staying with them," was the firm reply. While Ishmael spoke there was a rapid consultation going on among his companions on the wreck. Then one of them spoke for the rest: