rds him--treading water while doing so.
Then, swimming on his own back, he gently drew her upon his breast, so
that her head rested close to his chin. Thus the girl's face was turned
upwards and held well out of the water, and the youth was able to say
almost in her ear, "Trust in God, dearest, He will save us!" while he
struck out vigorously with his legs. Thus, swimming on his back, he
headed for the shore.

Lest the reader should fancy that we are here merely inventing a mode of
action, it may be well to state that we have conversed with a man styled
"the Rescue," whose duty it was to watch the boys of Aberdeen while
bathing on the dangerous coast there, and who told us that he had saved
some hundreds of lives--many of them in the manner above described.

Every one in the boat was fortunately able to swim, more or less, except
Milly and Aggie Anderson. With the utmost anxiety to save the latter,
her Uncle Ian made a desperate plunge when the boat upset, at the spot
where, in the confusion, he thought he saw her go down. He grasped
something under water, which clutched him violently in return. Rising
to the surface he found that he had got hold of Giles Jackman, who,
animated by the same desire to rescue the same girl, had also made a
plunge at her. Flinging each other off almost angrily, they swam wildly
about in search of her, for Giles had observed that Barret was
sufficiently intent on Milly.

But poor Aggie was in even better hands. Ivor Donaldson had kept his
eyes on her from the moment that he could distinguish faces in the
approaching boat. He was a splendid swimmer. Even against wind and
waves he made rapid headway, and in a few seconds caught the girl by the
hair. In his case the absence of a plan of rescue was to some extent
remedied by sheer strength of body, coupled with determination. The
poor girl did her best to choke him, as drowning people will, but,
happily, she was too weak for the purpose and he too strong! He
suffered her to do her worst, and, with the arm which she left free made
his way gallantly to the beach, where Duncan and all the domestics were
ready to receive them.

Barret and Milly had landed just before them. Immediately after Archie
and Eddie were swept in amid the foam, and Junkie himself--who, like his
brothers, could swim like a cork--came careering in on the top of a
wave, like a very water-imp! With all the energy of his nature he
turned, the moment his feet tou