the object shut out from sight. Some of the crew might
still be clinging to it, and if so he might not be left entirely alone.
He shouted again and again, but no answer came; indeed, the roar of the
breakers prevented his voice being heard at that distance. Some one
might be clinging to any of the pieces of wreck floating about before
him.

He listened, and at length fancied that he heard a faint cry. He gazed
anxiously in the direction from whence he believed it came. He had
picked up a long stick, so that he might the better be able to resist
the force of the breakers should they surround him, or prevent him being
carried off as they receded from the beach. Again he shouted, and once
more fancied he heard a faint cry.

Yes, it was a human voice borne to him by the wind across the seething
waters. He waited anxiously for the re-appearance of the moon, hoping
that her light would enable him to discover the whereabouts of his
shipmate, whoever he might be. He wished to save life, but he wished
also to have a companion to share his misfortune.

At length, the moon appearing, he saw a piece of wreck, to which a human
being was clinging, being carried by every succeeding sea closer and
closer to the beach. The man was evidently lashed to it, or he could
not have clung on. Lord Reginald at once saw the difficulty there would
be in extricating him before the beam was rolled over and over. He
again got out his knife that he might cut the lashings. The beam was
almost within his reach, he could clearly see that it bore a man who,
however, neither cried out nor made a sign that he was alive. "Still,
the poor fellow may recover," thought Lord Reginald, and rushing forward
as the next sea threw the piece of timber on the beach, he at once
seized the inanimate form, cut the rope, and with a strength he scarcely
believed himself to possess, dragged it up out of the reach of the
water. As he did so he saw by the uniform that it was his own messmate
Voules.

He laid him on the dry beach, and having loosened the handkerchief round
his neck, knelt down by his side, and endeavoured to restore him to
animation by chafing his hands and chest. After he had been thus
engaged for some time, he heard Voules emit a low sigh.

"He is not dead, at all events, and may, I trust, be restored!" he
exclaimed, resuming his efforts.

Voules sighed again, but still lay without making any effort to move.
Lord Reginald looked round to