er, the first whiffs
of the night-breeze came to fill the sails, and the oars were put in.
They had rounded the cape, and old Phil asked again--

"Whar ne-e-ow, Capting--in shore, you think, or straight ahead?"

"Near the shore, I should think, just br--" but Mr Clare's reply was
interrupted by Ugly's barking.

Skipper Phil put the boat's head to the north-east, to get nearer in
shore as Mr Clare had said, and--splash! Ugly was overboard again and
making for the east.

"You see, Phil," said Mr Clare, "you must get sailing-orders from Ugly,
not me; and, Phil, I begin to be much encouraged by that dog's actions.
He does not hesitate, but seems to have something important to do, and
to feel confidence in his ability to do it."

"That's so, Capting," answered Phil, as, having got the boat about, he
belayed the sheets and put the other hand to the helm; "he's a clever
animal, he is. It seems to me that ar dog understands talk like a
Christian. Did you take notice h-e-ow he was overboard as quick as you
spoke, afore I started a shut? But whar are we going?--that's what I
want to know."

"Phil," interrupted Mr Clare, "what light is that flaring up away ahead
there on your lee bow?"

"By God, I see! the sails hid that--they did," Phil grumbled, and bent
down to see beneath the sails. He chuckled some time before he
answered, and his chuckle grew to a laugh. "Ha! ha! ha!--that ar light
is on Boatswain's Reef, just as sure as my name is Phil Grayson. Mr
Clare--hurrah!--your boys are safe."

Ugly, who had been lifted on board before that, joined his rejoicing
bark to the skipper's merriment, and from the reef came a distant
hallooing.

The flames at the reef grew brighter and higher. The sparks flashed and
flew up to the dark sky. The shouting increased to yells. The rescuers
on the schooner answered; and as for Ugly, the hero of our deliverance,
he was almost frantic with delight.

The first words that were distinguishable from the reef were--

"Is that you, Mr Clare? Have you any water on board?"

"Yes!" was responded.

"Oh! do hurry, then--we can't stand this any longer!" cried out Harry.

In two hours more as happy a boatload as ever floated was springing
before a fresh breeze toward the cape. Long before we touched shore our
glad halloos had reached the old house, and lifted a heavy weight from
the hearts of Clump and Juno.

They met us on the rocks, and each one of us had to undergo an embrace