len cloths with which she
had been furnished. John sprang to her side.

"Are you quite well, Mary?"

"Quite well," she said, "only very ashamed of having fainted, and
very uncomfortable in these wrappings. But, oh! John, how thankful
we ought to be, to God, for having sent this ship to our aid, just
when all seemed lost!"

"We ought, indeed, Mary. I have been thanking him, as I have been
standing here watching the waves; and I am sure you have been doing
the same, in the cabin."

"Yes, indeed, John. But what am I to do, now? I do not like going
on shore like this, and the officer told me I was, on no account,
to put on my wet clothes."

"Do you know, it is Josephus himself, Mary--think of that--the
great Josephus, who has saved us! He marked our boat before the
storm broke and, seeing that we could not reach the shore, had his
vessel steered so as to overtake us."

Mary was too surprised to utter more than an exclamation. The
thought that the man, who had been talking so kindly and pleasantly
to her, was the great leader of whom she had heard so much, quite
took away her breath.

At that moment Josephus, himself, came up.

"I am glad to see you have got your color again, maiden," he said.
"I am just going to land. Do you, with your cousin, remain on board
here. I will send a woman down, with some attire for you. She will
conduct you both to the house where I shall be staying.

"The sea is going down, and the captain tells me that he thinks, in
another three or four hours, I shall be able to get a boat to send
you across to your home. It will be late, but you will not mind
that; for they are sure not to retire to rest, at home, but to be
up all night, searching for you."

A crowd had assembled on the jetty, for Josephus was expected, and
the violent storm had excited the fears of all for his safety; and
the leading inhabitants had all flocked down to welcome him, when
his vessel was seen approaching.

"Isn't he kind and good?" Mary said, enthusiastically, as she
watched the greeting which he received, as he landed. "He talked to
me, just as if he had been of my own family."

"He is grand!" John agreed, with equal enthusiasm. "He is just what
I pictured to myself that a great leader would be; such as Joshua,
or Gideon, or the Prince of the Maccabees."

"Yes; but more gentle, John."

"Brave men should always be gentle," John said, positively.

"They ought to be, perhaps," Mary agreed, "but I don't thin