graceful and scientific dive into the depths
below. He was celebrated as a diver and swimmer, and really felt almost
as much at home in the water as on the land. And this was not the first
time he had dived over this very cliff. He had done so several times
before for sport and bravado, and therefore we are not disposed to
magnify his conduct on the present occasion.

Miss Grace Montague had not added to her other accomplishments that of
swimming, which would have been a very useful attainment to one of such
strong aquatic tastes and tendencies. She could not swim, and she did
not attempt to do so. She only floundered and flounced about in the
water, struggling madly and purposelessly in the waves. Our hero went
deep down into the depths of the little bay, and when he rose he saw
Miss Grace borne by the waves towards the wall of rocks. If she was not
drowned, she would be mangled to death against the rocks. He struck out
for her, and in a moment she was in his arms, or, rather, in one of his
arms, for he threw only his left around her, in such a manner as to
confine her hands in his grasp. With his head above the water, he swam
towards the open bay, fearing the rocks more than the waves.

With his heavy burden he found it impossible to make any headway against
the waves, which drove him fiercely towards the rocks. Grace struggled
violently, and this added to the difficulty of saving her. He buffeted
the waves till his strength seemed to be all gone, and he feared that he
should be obliged to abandon the poor girl to her fate. But the screams
of Mrs. Montague on the rock above induced him to renew the struggle
with new vigor; but his feet touched the wall of rocks behind him. He
rose and fell with the waves, but still he held his charge firmly under
his arm.

CHAPTER X.

GRACE MONTAGUE.

Little Bobtail was not making any headway with his burden. The waves
threw him back until his feet touched the wall of rocks. He had
struggled and labored, and Miss Grace had struggled and labored, as if
intent upon defeating his beneficent efforts, until his strength was
nearly exhausted. But he treated himself as he did a boat in heavy
weather; he kept his head to the sea, well knowing that if he got into
the trough, the waves would roll him over, and render him helpless. When
his feet touched the rock, he "shoved off" vigorously. Fortunately for
him, the young lady in his grasp was even more exhausted than he was,
and by