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All that could be done was to keep the gig afloat , and to this the captain and mate directed all their energies . Food was distributed , and of water they felt no want , their saturated garments having quenched all thirst ; but matters seemed to grow worse . Mr Morgan was delirious , and one of the men lay rambling on about some place in London where he meant to have called . Morning , noon , evening , and the gig rushing on through the broken water with a thick misty rain all around and no chance of making out their whereabouts . `` Shall we be saved ? '' said Mrs Strong at last in a whisper as , utterly worn out , the captain came at last and sat down between his wife and son . `` Do n't ask , my dear , '' he said calmly .