his words and excited exclamations. All know
what has called them forth: the berg is snapping off. All see the
breaking up and hear the crash, loud as the discharge of a ship's
broadside or a peal of thunder, till at length, though tardily, they
comprehend the danger, as their eyes rest on a stupendous roller, as
high as any sea the _Calypso_ had ever encountered, coming toward them
across the strait.

"To the boat!" shouts Seagriff, making down the bank, with all the men
after him. They reach the landing before the roller breaks upon it,
but, alas! to no purpose. Beach, to draw the boat up on, there is none,
only the rough ledge of rocks; and the only way to raise it on this
would be to lift it bodily out of the water, which cannot be done. For
all that, they clutch hold of it, with determined grip, around the edge
of the bow. But their united strength will prove as nothing against
that threatening swell. For the roller, entering the confined water of
the cove, has increased in height, and comes on with more tempestuous
surge. Their effort proves futile, and nigh worse than futile to Henry
Chester. For, as the boat is whisked out of their hands and swung up
fathoms high, the English youth, heedless of Seagriff's shout, "Let go!"
hangs on, bulldog-like, and is carried up along with her.

The others have retreated up the slope, beyond reach of the wave which
threatens to bear him off in its backward flow. Seeing his danger, all
cry out in alarm; and the voice of Leoline is heard above, crying out to
her mother, "Oh! Henry is lost."

But no, Henry is not lost. Letting go before the boat comes down again,
with a vigorous bound backward the agile youth heads the roller, getting
well up the bank ere it washes over him. Wash over him it does, but
only drenches him; for he has flung his arms around a barberry-bush, and
holds it in firm embrace; so firm and fast that, when the water has
surged back, he is still seen clinging to it--safe. But by the same
subsidence the boat is dashed away, the keel striking on some rocks with
a harsh sound, which tells of damage, if not total destruction. Still
it floats, drifting outward, and for a while all seems well with it.
Believing it to be so, the two youths rush to the tent, and each
snatching an oar from it, prepare to swim out and bring the boat back.
But before they can enter the water, a voice tells them their hope is
vain, Captain Gancy himself calling out, "It's n