andlord to send a coach, for my father cannot walk up."

"Monkey will go;" and the Darwinian was on his way in a moment.

The Hon. Mr. Montague was apparently very ill. The cold bath and the
shock had severely shaken his frame. He was trembling with cold when
Bobtail went below, and Mrs. Montague was holding his head. He was
wrapped up in shawls, coats, and all the clothing available. The lady
and her daughter spoke very kindly to the young skipper; but they were
too much disturbed by the condition of the old gentleman to say much.

"I think you ought to have a doctor, Ned," said Tom Barkesdale.

"Send for one at once, then," said the colonel.

"What are you going to do, Edward?" asked the old gentleman, in feeble
tones.

"I have sent for a coach, to take you to the hotel."

"I want to go home. Can't I go in this boat?"

"It blows too hard to-night, father."

"A boat is easier than a carriage. Let me go home in this boat, when the
wind goes down."

"Then we had better not take him on shore," said Tom. "We can make up a
good bed in this cabin for him."

"Do, Edward," groaned the old gentleman.

"I will go to the hotel, and get everything we need," added Tom, "and
Bobtail shall go for the doctor."

In half an hour the skipper returned with Dr. Estabrook, and the coach
came with an abundant supply of beds and bedding. Mrs. Montague and her
daughter went up to the Bay View, while the gentleman took off the wet
clothes of the sufferer, and put him to bed. A fire was made in the
cook-room, which heated the cabin when the door was open. The doctor
prescribed for his patient, and he was soon made more comfortable. About
midnight the rain began to fall in torrents, and the wind howled
fearfully. But the storm lasted only a couple of hours, and at three
o'clock in the morning the wind came fresh from the westward, and the
sky was clear. The change knocked down the sea, and made a fair wind for
Belfast. Tom Barkesdale went to the hotel for Mrs. Montague and Grace,
and at four o'clock the Skylark sailed. She made a comfortable passage
of it, and reached the town in three hours.

Mr. Montague's clothes had been dried, and he was dressed. His carriage
was sent for, and he was conveyed to his elegant mansion. His family
physician superintended his removal. He had hardly entered the house,
when he was taken with the most alarming symptoms. In less than half an
hour he breathed his last, and there were weeping and wailin