“I regret to have to inform you,” he said, with the measured deliberation of a man who has made up his mind exactly what to say, “that the ship has been disabled by some accident, the cause of which is unknown at present. The unfortunate result is that she is in a position of some peril.” There was a sudden stir among the Chilean stewards, whose wits were sharpened sufficiently to render the captain’s statement quite clear to them. Isobel uttered a little sob of terror, and Mrs. Somerville gasped audibly, “Oh, my poor children!” Elsie, her lips parted, sat forward on the piano-stool. Her senses seemed to have become intensified all at once. She could see everything, hear everything. Some of the Chileans and Spaniards crossed themselves; others swore. Count Edouard breathed hard and muttered “Grand Dieu!” She wondered why the captain and Mr. Tollemache, who had returned from his stateroom, and was standing in the half light of a doorway, should simultaneously drop their right hands into a coat pocket. Mr. Tollemache, too, gave a queer little nod to the American, who had moved near to Isobel and placed a hand on her shoulder. Elsie was quite sure that Gray whispered: “For goodness’ sake, don’t cause a scene!” And, indeed, he did ask Isobel and Mrs. Somerville, with some curtness, to restrain themselves. Courtenay, with one cold glance, chilled into silence the muttered prayers and curses of the Chileans. “It may be necessary, about daybreak, to endeavor to beach the ship,” he continued. “I wish you all, therefore, to guard against possible exposure by wearing warm clothes, especially furs and overcoats. Money and jewelry should be secured, but no baggage of any sort, not even the smallest handbag, can be carried, as all other personal belongings must be left on board. Passengers will gather here, and remain here until I send one of the officers for them. The companion doors will not be closed again, but the decks are quite impassable. You hear for yourselves that they are momentarily swept by heavy seas.” He turned to the chief steward. “Your men, Mr. Malcolm,” he said, “will begin at once, under your directions, to draw stores for each boat. There need be no hurry or excitement. We are, as yet, many miles distant from the nearest known land. If the wind changes, or one of several possible things happens, the _Kansas_ will suffer no damage whatever. I wish all hands to be prepared, however, for the chance, the remote chance, I trust, of the ship’s being driven ashore, and I beg each one of you to remember that discipline and strict obedience to orders are not only more necessary now than ever, but also that they will be strictly enforced.”