ntenance of the man, who was one of the ordinary seamen. The
discovery of the body made him look more narrowly along the beach, and
he saw several others either thrown up, or floating close to the shore.
The sight brought Richard Hargrave to his recollection. "He is probably
among them," he thought, "and I was the cause of dragging him away from
his home, prompted by my revengeful spirit and bad feelings. I am as
guilty as if I were his murderer. I wish that he had made good his
escape and remained at home, and I would give much now to know that he
had reached the shore in safety, but that is not likely." He dragged up
body after body, scanning their countenances anxiously, fearing that he
should recognise that of Richard Hargrave. At last he came to one with
grizzled hair and beard, which he recognised as that of the smuggler Ben
Rudall, who had by his means been torn from his home.

"Unhappy wretch! By the way Voules and I treated him he must have had a
miserable life of it on board. I suspect that he and Hargrave, if they
had had the opportunity, would have treated me as I deserve. Would that
I could forget the past! However, I cannot let them lie here to rot."
On counting the number of bodies he had hauled out of the water, he
found that there were no less than five. The task was abhorrent to his
nature. "I little thought that I should ever become a grave-digger!" he
exclaimed, bitterly. "However, it must be done; I couldn't rest at
night if I knew they were there. I only hope that the sea has washed
away the remainder, that I shall not have to bury the whole of my crew;
perhaps by that time I shall become accustomed to it, only every day
will render the business more horrible."

The young lord, however, managed to muster up resolution to commence the
task. He went back for the piece of board which had served him to dig
the grave of Voules, and commenced shovelling away the sand some
distance above high-water mark. It would evidently require a large
grave, and the task would occupy him some hours. The sun, which was
intensely hot, beat down on his unprotected head, while the perspiration
streamed from his forehead. At last he could work no more, and,
supporting himself by the spade, followed by Neptune, he staggered to
the nearest spot where he observed some shade beneath the cliff. As he
threw himself on the ground, the dog lay down by his side with his
tongue out, showing that he too felt the he