ad
emerge, and then another wave foaming madly by, made them run backwards
for their lives, and hid him from their view. When it had passed, they
saw him clinging with both hands, in the desperate instinct of
self-preservation, to a projecting bit of rock, by the aid of which he
gradually dragged himself out of the water, and grasping at crevices or
bits of seaweed, slowly and painfully reached the ledge on which they
had stood before they took the leap. He presented a pitiable spectacle;
his face, pale as death, was dabbled with blood; his head drooped on his
breast; his clothes were torn, and streamed with the salt water; his cap
was gone, and the wet hair, which he seemed too exhausted to push aside,
hung in heavy masses over his forehead and eyes. He was evidently
dizzy, and in pain; and they noticed that he only seemed to use one
foot.

While he was regaining the ledge, neither of the boys spoke, lest their
voices should startle him, and make him fall; but now they both cried
out, "Are you hurt, Edwin?"

He did not answer, but supported his pale face on one hand, while he put
the other to his head, from which the blood was flowing fast.

"O Edwin, for the love of God, try once more," said Montagu; "you will
die if you spend the night on that rock."

They could not catch the reply, and called again. The wind and waves
were both rising fast, and it was only by listening intently, that they
caught the faint words, "I can't, my leg is hurt." Besides, they both
saw that a jump was no longer possible; the channel was more than double
the width which it had been when Eric leaped, and from the rapid ascent
of the rocks on both sides, it was now far out of depth.

"O God, what can we do?" said Montagu, bursting into tears. "We can
never save him, and all but the very top of the Stack is covered at high
tide."

Eric had not lost his presence of mind, "Cheer up, Edwin," he shouted,
"I _will_ get back to you somehow. If I fail, crawl up to the top
again."

Again the wind carried away the reply, and Russell had sunk back on the
rock.

"Monty," said Eric, "just watch for a minute or two. When I have got
across, run to Ellan as hard as you can tear, and tell them that we are
cut off by the tide on the Stack. They'll bring round the lifeboat.
It's our only chance."

"What are you going to do?" asked Montagu, terrified. "Why, Eric, it's
death to attempt swimming that. Good heavens!" And he drew Eric back
ha