mlyn, looking about him.

"The one just ahead of us, sir."

"Thank God, he is saved!" ejaculated his soaked lordship. "Kindly pull up
to her, and let me be sure of it."

"That is easier said than done, sir. The first cutter has just picked up
another man, and now she is pulling for all she is worth for the next one.
I couldn't overhaul her if I tried, and just now our business is to save
those in the water," answered the third officer.

"You are right, Mr. Officer," added Lord Tremlyn, as he seated himself in
the place pointed out to him.

There were still eight others in the water, and all of them were to the
north of the boats. Those from the Blanche had noticed this fact, and were
pulling in that direction. Mr. Boulong had directed his boat, after taking
in Dr. Ferrolan, as the Hindu called him, to the person the farthest to the
eastward, leaving the others to be saved by the boats nearer to them.

It is enough to say that all the wrecked party were saved, without giving
the details of the picking up of each of them. The vessel in which they had
foundered had entirely disappeared, and nothing was seen belonging to her.
Against the head sea all the boats pulled back to the two steamers. The
first cutter of the Guardian-Mother had saved three, the second three, and
the two boats of the Blanche had picked up five.

"Now give three cheers, Mr. Scott," said Louis Belgrave in a low tone, as
the second cutter, ahead of the first on the return, approached the ship.
"The captain will understand from that we have saved all the party."

Scott approved the suggestion, and the cheers were given with a will, and
repeated by the crew of the first cutter, not far behind. They were
returned from the ship; and the voices included those who belonged in the
cabin, as well as the officers, seamen, and waiters, while the ladies,
clinging to the rails of the promenade, vigorously waved their
handkerchiefs, as the sun rose clear from the eastern waves, though it soon
disappeared in the clouds. It was evident to the officers that the gale was
breaking; or perhaps, as the commander put it, the ship was running out of
it.

Each of the boats got under the lee in turn; the falls were hooked on, and
both cutters were hoisted up to their davits, as they had come from the
scene of their exploits. Mr. Gaskette was directed to get the ship on her
course again; and Captain Ringgold went aft to welcome the shipwrecked
mariners, or whatever the