een to
quiver, and who presently heaved a sigh.

"Fetch my coat," said Dalton. "He will indeed be restored, thank God."

The big ulster was brought. Billy was carefully wrapped up in it, and
one of the stoutest among his fisher friends lifted him in his arms and
bore him off to his mother.

"Have all the others been rescued?" inquired Dalton, eagerly, when Billy
had been carried away.

No one could answer the question. All knew that some of the _Evening
Star's_ crew had been saved, but they could not say how many.

"They've bin taken to the Sailor's Home, sir," said one man.

"Then run up like a good fellow and ask if _all_ are safe," said Dalton.
"Meanwhile I will remain here and search the beach lest there should be
more to rescue."

Turning again to the foaming sea the young banker proceeded slowly along
the shore some distance, when he observed the body of a man being rolled
up on the sand and dragged back by each returning wave. Rushing forward
he caught it, and, with the aid of the fishermen, carried it beyond the
reach of the hungry waves. But these waves had already done their
worst. Dalton applied the proper means for restoration, but without
success, and again the fishermen began to look gravely at each other and
shake their heads.

"Poor woman!" they murmured, but said no more. Their feelings were too
deep for speech as they mourned for one who was by that time a widow,
though she knew it not.

At that moment some of the men came running down from the town--one, a
tall, strong figure, ahead of them. It was Joe Davidson. He had been
more exhausted than some of the others on being rescued, and had been
led to the Sailor's Home in a scarcely conscious condition. When they
began to reckon up the saved, and found that only one was missing, Joe's
life seemed to return with a bound. Breaking from those who sought to
restrain him he ran down to the beach.

He knelt beside the drowned fisherman with a wild expression in his eyes
as he laid hold of something that partly covered the drowned man. It
was his own Bethel-flag which David Bright had twisted round his body!
Joe sprang up and clasped his hands as if to restrain them from violent
action.

"Oh, David!" he said, and stopped suddenly, while the wild look left his
eyes and something like a smile crossed his features. "Can it be true
that ye've gone so soon to the Better Land?"

The words gathered in force as they were uttered, and it was