eave me!" cried Lady Kilgoff, as the boat was
lifted from its place, and swung by the halyards from side to side.

"You cannot surely resist that appeal, sir," said Lord Kilgoff, his
withered and worn features flushed with a pang of sudden anger.

"I must see to _your_ safety, my Lord, or none else is likely to do it,"
said Cashel, sternly; and as he spoke he lifted the old man and placed
him in the boat. "Stay where you are, Sickleton," cried he to
the lieutenant; "I 'll cut her adrift. So there! my boys, all
together--larboard now." And as the vessel heaved over to the surge,
the boat was launched. A shrill cry of terror was heard above the raging
storm; for Cashel, in his eagerness to secure the others' safety, had
perilled his own, and now the boiling surf rushed between the yacht and
the boat, defying every effort to approach.

"Never fear for me," said Roland, boldly; "the distance is short, and I
've swum in many a heavier surf." And he swung himself, as he spoke, by
a loose stay into the sea. Nobly breasting the mad waves, he was seen at
intervals, now borne on the white-crested billows, now deep down in the
dark trough of waters. His Indian teaching had taught him, too, to dive
at times through the coming surf, and thus escape its force, and so
did he emerge from the great mass of waters that seemed almost to have
buried him. Bending to the oars, the boat's crew pulled manfully through
the tide, and at last gaining a little bay, floated into calm water,
just as Cashel had got a footing on a reef of rock, a short distance
from land.

"Safe!" cried he, as he drew his wearied limbs up the little craggy
eminence, from which he could see the yacht still storm-lashed and
heaving, and follow with his eyes the boat, as with bounding speed she
made for shore.

No sooner had Sickleton safely landed his freight than he put out again
to rescue those in the yacht, while Cashel, bruised, bleeding, and torn,
made his way slowly to the little hut where Lord and Lady Kilgoff had
taken shelter.

His entrance was little noticed. The cabin was full of country people
and fishermen,--some earnestly proffering advice and counsel, others
as eagerly questioning all about the recent calamity. In a great
straw chair, beside the fire, sat Lord Kilgoff, his head resting on a
country-woman's shoulder, while another bathed his temples to restore
animation.

"Where is she?" said Cashel, passionately; and the tone and look of the
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