are
saw his boat drawing near. At the same moment he heard a scampering
through the short, dry grass behind him, and the wheezing of some animal
breathing thick and quick. Turning, he saw, greatly to his surprise,
Ugly coming towards him as fast as he could run. Poor little Ugly was
dripping with water, and completely blown and tired out--so tired that,
when he had reached Mr Clare's feet, he could only lie down there and
pant. Mr Clare knew there was some important reason for Ugly's
appearing in that manner, and though he did not suspect the exact state
of the case, yet he lifted him in his arms and got on board the boat,
which had now hauled in close to the rocks.

"Which way will're go, sir?" asked the grey, gruff boatman.

"Keep down south of the cape, near in shore. Clump says they went
west," answered Mr Clare.

Poor Ugly had somewhat recovered by being wrapped up in Mr Clare's warm
coat, and when he had put his nose into a pail of water that was on
board, he kept it there until the bucket was empty, much to the surprise
of both Mr Clare and Phil Grayson, the old boatman. Further
strengthened and refreshed by something to eat, Ugly jumped up on the
bow to see where they were going.

He showed evident signs of disapprobation when he saw the boat steering
west; running to the stern, he there stretched his nose out to the east,
and barked furiously. Mr Clare, thinking from the negroes' assertions
that he must be on the right track, could not understand Ugly's
uneasiness. How he had reached the cape, although it was evident he had
been in the water somewhere, Mr Clare did not know, nor could he guess,
of course, whence he had come. He only hoped that Ugly had left us in
safety, and had come in some way to get assistance. It was nearly dark,
and the wind had gone down with the sun. Soon the boat lay becalmed.
Ugly showed an unmistakable disposition to jump overboard, which,
however, was partly quieted when he saw Mr Clare and old Phil use the
oars; but when they persevered on the westerly course, Ugly, with an
angry bark, sprang overboard and swam in an opposite direction. That
movement proved to Mr Clare that they were going wrong, so the boat was
turned and pulled in Ugly's wake until he was overhauled and taken on
board. He shook himself, wagged his tail frantically, and kissed the
hands of both Phil and Mr Clare. It was but slow progress with the
oars against the ebb-tide. In about an hour, howev