had happened. Burke listened, and could not even now restrain a smile.
"It's just like that dear Willy Croup," said he; "she's an angel!"

"Will you be willing," said Mr. Litchfield, "to come and tell her that
your orders could not have been forcibly and quickly enough impressed
upon the engineer's mind in any other way?"

Without answering, Burke ran to where Willy was still groaning. "Miss
Croup," he exclaimed, "we owe our lives to you! If you hadn't sworn at
the engineer, he never would have backed her in time, and we would all
have been at the bottom of the sea!"

Mrs. Cliff looked aghast, and Willy sprang to her feet. "Do you mean
that, Mr. Burke?" she cried.

"Yes," said he, "in such desperate danger you had to do it. It's like a
crack on the back when you're choking. You were the only person able to
repeat my orders, and you were bound to do it!"

"Yes," said Mr. Litchfield, "and you saved the ship!"

Willy looked at him a few moments in silence, then wiping her eyes, she
said, "Well, you know more about managing a ship than I do, and I hope
and trust I'll never be called upon to back one again!"

Burke and most of the other men now gathered on deck, watching the
_Dunkery Beacon_. She was still lying to, blowing off steam, and there
seemed to be a good deal of confusion on her deck. Suddenly Burke saw a
black object in the water near her starboard quarter. Gazing at it
intently, his eyes began to glisten. In a few moments he exclaimed,
"Look there! It's Shirley! He's swimming to the yacht!"

Now everybody on deck was straining his eyes over the water, and Mrs.
Cliff and Willy, who had heard Burke's cry, stood with the others. "Is
it Shirley, really?" exclaimed Mrs. Cliff. "Are you sure that's his head
in the water?"

"Yes," replied Burke, "there's no mistake about it! He's taking his last
chance and has slipped over the rail without nobody knowing it."

"And can he swim so far?" gasped Willy.

"Oh, he can do that," answered Burke. "I'd steam up closer if I wasn't
afraid of attracting attention. If they'd get sight of him they'd fire
at him, but he can do it if he's let alone!"

Not a word was now said. Scarcely a breath seemed to come or go.
Everybody was gazing steadfastly and rigidly at the swimmer, who with
steady, powerful strokes was making a straight line over the gently
rolling waves towards the yacht. Although they did not so express it to
themselves, the coming of that swimmer meant everythi