uld not have moved a ship of 1,500
tons with her keel still partly sustaining her weight on the rooks on
which she had struck. By canting her as he had done, she had actually
floated--and no more than floated--an hour before the tide was at its
full.

Half an hour later the _Braybrook Castle_ had been towed round to a
little bay just abreast of "Wreck House," and the tug's engines stopped.

"All ready, Lindley?" shouted Lester.

"All ready sir."

"Then let go."

At a tap from Lindley's hammer, the great anchor plunged down, and the
flaked out cable roared as it flew through the hawse-pipes, drowning the
loud "Hurrah" of the men on board.

"What is it, Lindley?" cried Lester, "ten fathoms?"

"Twelve, sir."

"Give her another twenty-five. It's good holding ground and there is
plenty of room for her to swing. Lindley!"

"Yes, sir."

"We have had a bit of good luck, eh?"

"Yes, sir. That is because Mrs. Lester is on the tug. She brings us good
luck."

Lester laughed and turned to his wife. "Do you hear that, Lucy?"

She was gazing intently over to the westward, but turned to him the
moment he spoke.

"Tom, I can see a blue light over there.... Ah, see, there is a rocket!
What is it?"

Lester took his night glasses and looked.

"There is a ship ashore somewhere between here and the Deal Island
light," he said, and then he rang, "Go astern," to the engine-room.

"Lindley," he called as soon as the tug backed alongside the _Braybrook
Castle_, "there is a ship ashore about four miles away from us to the
westward. My wife noticed her signals a few minutes ago."

"More salvage, sir," bawled Lindley, "Mrs. Lester is bringing us more
luck. What's to be, sir?"

"I want ten or a dozen men, and I'll go and see what I can do. You are
all right, aren't you?"

"Right as rain, sir."

Fifteen, instead of a dozen men slid down a line on to the deck of the
tug, and Lucy, at a nod from her husband, turned on "Full steam ahead,"
and Lester whistled down the speaking-tube.

"Hallo!" was the response.

"Give it to her, Patterson, for all she's worth. There is a ship
ashore about four miles away. She is burning blue lights and sending up
rockets."

Five minutes later, the Dolphin was tearing through the water at her top
speed--eleven knots--and Patterson came up on the bridge.

"Who saw the seegnals first?" he inquired.

"I did, Mr. Patterson," said Lucy.

"Ay, I thoct as much, Mistress Leslie. Even that lazy