"No." The words came faster now, as if she had made up her mind to say what she had to say and be damned with the consequences. "They're going to die. Oh, you needn't shake your head. You haven't fooled me for a minute with your pretending there will be a ship along to pick us up. There won't be a ship. Our only hope is that we may drift ashore on an island. It may be days before we find an island. There isn't enough water to keep us all alive that long. So--" She couldn't quite finish what she had to say. Craig watched her, his eyes cold and unrevealing. Her gaze dropped. "So why don't you and I split the water and let the others die of thirst because we are tough and they aren't? Is that what you mean?" he asked. "No--" She faltered. "N--no." Defiance hardened her face. "Yes!" she snapped. "That's what I mean. Why should we take care of them? We don't owe them anything. Why should we die with them? What have they--or anybody else--ever done for us? I'll tell you the answer. Nothing. Nothing! _Nothing!_" "Because they have done nothing for us and because we are the stronger, we let them die. Is that what you mean?" "Y--yes." * * * * * Craig sat in silence for a moment. Dark thoughts were in his mind but his face showed nothing. "I have a gun," he said, "the only gun in the boat. That makes me the boss. Why don't I keep all the water for myself and let the rest of you die of thirst?" "Oh, you wouldn't do that!" Fright showed on her face. "Why wouldn't I?" Craig challenged. "Because--oh, because--" "What have you got to offer me that is worth a cup of water?" he demanded. "What have I got that you want?" she answered. Her eyes were fixed hungrily on Craig's face. "What have you got that I want! Oh, damn it, girl--" The big man twisted uncomfortably. He avoided her gaze, looking instead at the glassy sea. "Is it time to wake up?" a new voice asked. It was the voice of Mrs. Miller, who had been lying in the middle of the boat. She raised herself to her knees, looked around at the glassy sea. "I thought--" she whispered. "For a moment I thought I was home again. I guess I must have been--dreaming." She pressed her hands against her eyes to shut out the sight of the sea. "Is it time to have a drink?" she said, looking at Craig. "No," he said. "But we always have a drink in the morning," Mrs. Miller protested. "Not this morning," Craig said. "May I ask why? Are we--are we out of water?" "We still have water," Craig answered woodenly. "Then why can't I have some? I--well, I guess I don't need to tell you why I need a drink." The reason she needed water was obvious. Worse than anyone else in the boat, Mrs. Miller needed a drink. "Sorry," Craig shook his head. "Why?" "Well, if you must know," Craig said uncomfortably. "Margy and I have decided to keep all the water for ourselves." "Damn you, Craig!" Margy Sharp said quickly.