looked it, too.

"Oh, we'll be all right," said Paul. "The other ship is coming for us,
and if necessary we can be transferred to her."

"Will we have to go in one of the small boats, like that?" Miss
Pennington wanted to know, as she pointed to the one in which were Mr.
Bunn and Mr. Sneed, some distance off, now.

"That's the only kind they have on board," said Mr. DeVere, who had
shortly before joined his daughters.

"Oh, I never could go in one of those--never!" the former vaudeville
actress cried, tragically.

"Ha! Dose is goot boats! I in der German nafy vos," put in Mr. Switzer,
"und dey are fery safe."

"Oh, but they look so small, and they hold so little. How can one get
enough to eat in them?" asked Miss Dixon, clasping her hands, and
looking with her rather effective eyes, first at Mr. Towne, and then at
Paul.

"Ha! You dakes along vot you eat!" exclaimed the German. "Pretzels iss
fine! Haf one!" and he extended a handful of small ones. Since the
company had been snowbound he had always a few in his pocket. He called
them his "mascots."

"No, thank you. I never eat them!" declared Miss Dixon, with turned-up
nose.