of the breakers. At the same instant Phil Briant
sprang to his feet, rushed down after him, and before he had got a yard
from the shore, seized him by the collar, and dragged him out of the sea
high and dry on the land.

Glynn was so exasperated at this unceremonious and at the moment
unaccountable treatment, that he leaped up, and in the heat of the
moment prepared to deal the Irishman a blow that would very probably
have brought the experiences of the "ring" to his remembrance; but
Briant effectually checked him by putting both his own hands into his
pockets, thrusting forward his face as if to invite the blow, and
exclaiming--

"Och! now, hit fair, Glynn, darlint; put it right in betwane me two
eyes!"

Glynn laughed hysterically, in spite of himself.

"What mean you by stopping me?" he asked somewhat sternly.

"Shure, I mane that I'll go for the grog meself. Ye've done more nor
yer share o' the work this mornin', an' it's but fair to give a poor
fellow a chance. More be token, ye mustn't think that nobody can't do
nothin' but yeself. It's Phil Briant that'll shin up a rope with any
white man in the world, or out of it."

"You're right, Phil," said Rokens, who had come to separate the
combatants. "Go aboord, my lad, an' I'll engage to hold this here young
alligator fast till ye come back."

"You don't need to hold me, Tim," retorted Glynn, with a smile; "but
don't be long about it, Phil. You know where the brandy is kept--look
alive."

Briant accomplished his mission successfully, and, despite the furious
waves, brought the brandy on shore in safety. As he emerged like a
caricature of old Neptune dripping from the sea, it was observed that he
held a bundle in his powerful grasp. It was also strapped to his
shoulders.

"Why, what have you got there?" inquired the doctor, as he staggered
under the shelter of the rocks.

"Arrah! give a dhrop to the child, an' don't be wastin' yer breath,"
replied Briant, as he undid the bundle. "Sure I've brought a few
trifles for her outside as well as her in." And he revealed to the glad
father a bundle of warm habiliments which he had collected in Ailie's
cabin, and kept dry by wrapping them in several layers of tarpaulin.

"God bless you, my man," said the captain, grasping the thoughtful
Irishman by the hand. "Now, Ailie, my darling pet, look up, and swallow
a drop o' this. Here's a capital rig-out o' dry clothes too."

A few sips of brandy soon restored