see it again. "But they never can
get on shore on this side of the island," thought I, "with so much sea.
Yes they might, if they ran for the bathing-pool." After thinking
awhile, I decided that I would go down to the bathing-pool, and place
lighted fagots on the rocks on each side of the entrance, as this would
show them where to run for, and how to get in. I waited a little
longer, and then taking my spy-glass and some tinder with me, I went
down to the pool, carried two fagots to the rocks on each side, and
having set them on fire and taken up others to replace them as soon as
they were burnt out, I sat down with my spy-glass to see if I could make
out where the boat might be.

As the moon rose, I descried her now within a mile of the island, and
her head directed towards the beacon lights made by the burning fagots.
I threw another fagot on each, and went down for a further supply. The
gale had increased, and the spray now dashed over the rocks to where the
fagots were burning, and threatened to extinguish them, but I put on
more wood and kept up a fierce blaze. In a quarter of an hour I could
distinguish the boat; it was now close to the island, perhaps three
hundred yards distant, steering not directly for the lights, but more
along shore. The fact was that they had hauled up, not knowing how they
could land until they had observed the two lights clear of each other,
and then they understood why they had been made; and a moment afterwards
they bore up right for the entrance to the bathing-pool, and came
rushing on before the rolling seas. I still trembled for them, as I
knew that if the sea receded at the time that they came to the ledge of
rocks at the entrance, the boat would be dashed to pieces, although
their lives might be saved; but fortunately for them, it was not so--on
the contrary, they came in borne upon a huge wave which carried them
clear over the ledge, right up to the wall of rock which I had made
across the pool, and then the boat grounded.

"Hurrah! Well done, that," said a voice from the boat. "Lower away the
sail, my lads; all's right."

The sail was lowered down, and then, by the light of the fire, I
discovered that there were several people in the boat. I had been too
much excited to say anything, indeed, I did not know what to say. I
only felt that I was no more alone, and the reader may imagine my joy
and delight.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

As soon as the sail was lowered, the