At the same time several men appeared on shore, looking at us intently, yet making no offer of assistance.  We waved, making signs to them to throw a rope, but, to our astonishment, our appeals were met with a callous indifference. "You miserable wretches!" yelled the bos’n, shaking his fist in the direction of the inhospitable men.  "Would I could get at you, ye cowardly landlubbers!"