e arm, shouted for assistance, and
buffeted gallantly with the headstrong stream. The senseless burden
which they supported clogged their efforts, and as they felt themselves
gradually swept nearer, nearer, nearer to destruction, the passionate
desire of self-preservation woke in both of them in all its wild
agony;--yet they would not attempt to preserve themselves by letting go
the man to save whose life they had so terribly endangered their own.

Meanwhile their repeated shouts and those of the swimmer, which had
first attracted their own attention, had aroused the miller, who
instantly, on hearing them, ran down with a rope to the water's side.
He threw it skilfully; with a wild clutch Kennedy caught it, and in
another moment, as from the very jaws of death, when they were almost
touching the fatal wheel, they were drawn to shore, still carrying, or
rather dragging, with them their insensible companion.

After a word of hurried thanks to the miller for saving their lives,
they began to turn their whole attention to the half-drowned man, and to
apply the well-known remedies for restoring extinct animation.

"Good heavens," said Julian, "it is Brogten!"

"Brogten?" said Kennedy; he looked on the face, and whispered
half-aloud, "Thank God!"

They carried him into the mill, put him between the blankets in a warm
bed, chafed his numb limbs, and sent off for the nearest doctor. Very
soon he began to revive, and recovered his consciousness; immediately
this was the case, Julian and Kennedy ran home as quickly as they could
to change their wet clothes.

The next day the doctor ordered Brogten to lie in bed till after
mid-day, and then allowed him, now thoroughly well and rested, to walk
home to Saint Werner's. He had not yet learnt the names of his
deliverers.

He reached the college in the evening, and after changing his boating
dress, his first care was to try and learn to whom he was indebted for
his life. Almost the first man he met told him that the men who had
risked their safety for his were Home and Kennedy.

Home and Kennedy! Home, to whom he had caused the bitterest
disappointment and done the most malicious injury which had ever
happened to him in his life; Kennedy, whom he had tried but too
successfully to corrupt and ruin, tempt from duty, and push from his
good name!

Deeply, very deeply, was Brogten humiliated; he felt that his enemies
had indeed heaped coals of fire upon his head.

He determ