nds frantically.

"Look, Mike! that's my father. Yes; and yours. Ah! they see us, and
they're waving their hats. Ahoy! Ashore there! Hurrah! we're all
right, father."

Mike sprang up too, forgetting his steering; and the boat would have
begun to alter her course, but Vince seized the oar and set her right.

"Now then, jump up," he cried, "and show yourself. They see us.
Father's coming nearer down. Mike, we shall be ashore in five minutes."

"Oh--oh--oh!" groaned Daygo. "Marcy, young gents, marcy! I know
they'll hang me."

Vince turned upon him fiercely, and took out his long Spanish knife,
which he opened and whetted upon the gunwale, while the old man's eyes
opened so that he showed a ring around the iris.

"What are you going to do, Cinder?" cried Mike, catching him by the arm.

"I'll show you directly," said Vince firmly.

Just then the Doctor and Sir Francis began shouting to the boys; and the
people near, among whom were Jemmy Carnach and the Lobster, took off and
waved their caps, and cheered.

"Look here, Ladle," whispered Vince: "will you do as I tell you--I mean,
do as I do?"

"Yes; anything."

"I'm soaked. Do you mind being the same?"

"Not a bit," cried Mike excitedly.

"Right, then: follow me. It's only fifty or sixty yards now to the
tunnel, and we can wade through. Starboard a little more. That's it."

He pressed the oar his companion held, and the boat glided behind the
towering rock, hiding the group on shore from their sight; and now Vince
bent forward over their prisoner.

"In with the oar, Mike," he said loudly, "and do as I do."

He bent over the old fisherman, whose eyes, were nearly starting out of
his head with horror, and with one clean thrust beneath the cord,
divided it and set Daygo's wrists free, and then did the same by his
ankles.

Then Vince started up.

"There," he cried; "there's our revenge on you, you old ruffian! You've
got your boat: sail away, and never let us see you at the Crag again.
Now, Mike, over!"

He set the example; and, as the old man sat up, the two boys dived into
the deep clear water together, rose and swam for the tunnel, into which
they passed, and were soon able to wade on towards the little dock. A
minute later each was clasped in his father's arms.

Wet as he was?

Well, it was only sea water.

Need I write about what took place at the Doctor's cottage and at the
old manor? I think not. There is surely no boy who reads