-wheels within wheels, spiritual machinery at work from stem to
stern. A few, whose hearts had been lifted up, got out an accordion and
their books, and "went in for" hymns. Among these Bob Lumsden and his
friend Pat Stiver took an active part. Here and there couples of men
leaned over the side and talked to each other in undertones of their
Saviour and the life to come. In the bow Manx Bradley got hold of Joe
Stubley and pleaded hard with him to come to Jesus, and receive power
from the Holy Spirit to enable him to give up all his evil ways. In the
stern Fred Martin sought to clear away the doubts and difficulties of
Ned Bryce. Elsewhere the two clergymen were answering questions, and
guiding several earnest souls to a knowledge of the truth, while down in
the cabin Jim Freeman prevailed on several men and boys to sign the
temperance pledge. Among these last was Groggy Fox, who, irresolute of
purpose, was still holding back.

"'Cause why," said he; "I'll be sure to break it again. I can't keep
it."

"I know that, skipper," said Fred, coming down at the moment. "In your
own strength you'll _never_ keep it, but in God's strength you shall
conquer _all_ your enemies. Let's pray, lads, that we may all be
enabled to keep to our good resolutions."

Then and there they all knelt down, and Skipper Fox arose with the
determination once again to "Leave the poor old stranded wreck, and pull
for the shore."

But that was a memorable Sunday in other respects, for towards the
afternoon a stiff breeze sprang up, and an unusually low fall in the
barometer turned the fishermen's thoughts back again to wordly cares.
The various boats left the _Sunbeam_ hurriedly. As the _Lively Poll_
had kept close alongside all the time, Stephen Lockley was last to think
of leaving. He had been engaged in a deeply interesting conversation
with one of the clergymen about his soul, but at last ordered his boat
to be hauled alongside.

While this was being done, he observed that another smack--one of the
so-called "ironclads"--was sailing so as to cross the bows of his
vessel. The breeze had by that time increased considerably, and both
smacks, lying well over, were rushing swiftly through the water.
Suddenly some part of the ironclad's tackling about the mainsail gave
way, the head of the vessel fell to leeward; next moment she went
crashing into the _Lively Poll_, and cut her down to the water's edge.
The ironclad seemed to rebound an