le, in which he could hardly make out the
beautiful face and form of Rosabel.

"You have come to get us out of an awful bad scrape. We have no fire in
the cabin, and are wet through, and nearly frozen. I'm so glad we met
you!"

"I'm glad to meet you too," said Leopold. "I'm sure I didn't expect to
see you out in this fog. But I'm the pilot of this yacht now and if you
will excuse me, I will go forward, and attend to my duty."

"Certainly. Don't let me keep you," answered Rosabel, in those sweet,
silvery tones which made Leopold's heart jump. "I shall be so glad when
we can see a good, warm fire!"

The young pilot did not like to leave her; but he felt the
responsibility of the position he had assumed, and he hastened forward.
The Orion was moving along through the water at the rate of about four
knots an hour. Leopold walked out on the bowsprit as far as the jibstay,
and there seated himself. Rosabel, apparently deeply interested in his
movements, followed him as far as the forecastle.

"What are you going to do out there, Leopold?" she asked.

"I'm going to keep a lookout for the ledges, which are ahead of us; and
as I have to use my ears, I must ask you not to speak to me any more.
Excuse me, but I might not hear the breakers soon enough, if I were
talking," added the pilot.

Rosabel excused him, and returned to the cabin, for the cold fog made
her shiver, even within her bundle of clothing. Leopold listened with
all his might, and in less than half an hour he heard the surges on the
ledges, faintly, at first, in the distance.

"Breakers ahead!" shouted Captain Bounce.

"I know it; trust your best friend and don't be alarmed," replied
Leopold. "There is water enough here to float a seventy-four."

He allowed the Orion to proceed on her course, till he could hear very
distinctly the breakers on the ledges, and was sure they were the High
Rock ledges.

"Starboard the helm, and start your sheets," shouted the pilot.

"High time, I should say," growled Captain Bounce, as he gave the
necessary orders, and the Orion fell off to her new course.

"Keep her north-west," added Leopold, as he just saw the ledges whitened
with sea foam.

He still retained his position on the bowsprit, with his attention fixed
upon some point on the weather-bow.

"That's it! Dip point!" said he, as he listened to the breakers. "Keep
her nor'-nor'-west!"

Ten minutes later, he ordered the fog-horn to be blown, and a reply came