heard it I ran
to the edge and looked down at the water, and at first I couldn't see
anything. Then I saw what I took to be a dog, but, knowing that dogs
can't cry 'help!'--"

"Emma," corrected Mr. Heard.

"Emma," said the mate, "I just put my hands up and dived in. When I came
to the surface I struck out for him and tried to seize him from behind,
but before I could do so he put his arms round my neck like--like--"

"Like as if it was Emma's," suggested the voice by the door.

Miss Smith rose with majestic dignity and confronted the speaker. "And
who asked you in here, George Harris?" she inquired, coldly.

"I see the door open," stammered Mr. Harris--"I see the door open and I
thought--"

"If you look again you'll see the handle," said Miss Smith.

Mr. Harris looked, and, opening the door with extreme care, melted
slowly from a gaze too terrible for human endurance.

"We went down like a stone," continued the mate, as Miss Smith resumed
her seat and smiled at him. "When we came up he tried to get away again.
I think we went down again a few more times, but I ain't sure. Then we
crawled out; leastways I did, and pulled him after me."

"He might have drowned you," said Miss Smith, with a severe glance at
her unfortunate admirer. "And it's my belief that he tumbled in
after all, and when you thought he was struggling to get away he was
struggling to be saved. That's more like him."

"Well, they're all right now," said Mr. Smith, as Mr. Heard broke in
with some vehemence. "And this chap's going to 'ave the Royal Society's
medal for it, or I'll know the reason why."

"No, no," said the mate, hurriedly; "I wouldn't take it, I couldn't
think of it."

"Take it or leave it," said Mr. Smith; "but I'm going to the police to
try and get it for you. I know the inspector a bit."

"I can't take it," said the horrified mate; "it--it--besides, don't you
see, if this isn't kept quiet Mr. Heard will be locked up for trying to
commit suicide."

"So he would be," said the other man from his post by the door; "he's
quite right."

"And I'd sooner lose fifty medals," said Mr. Dix. "What's the good of me
saving him for that?"

A murmur of admiration at the mate's extraordinary nobility of character
jarred harshly on the ears of Mr. Heard. Most persistent of all was the
voice of Miss Smith, and hardly able to endure things quietly, he sat
and watched the tender glances which passed between her and Mr. Dix.
Miss Smith, con