Jack to Hemming, who commanded his boat.

"A right notion--that we ought, Rogers," answered Hemming, who was too
high-minded even to refuse to take a suggestion offered by a junior.
Hemming made the proposal to Mr Thorn, and back dashed the boats, not a
man in them recollecting even for a moment that the people they were now
so eager to save, had but a few minutes before been most unwarrantably
firing away at them. Jack too had a strange feeling that he knew the
appearance of the young officer who had interposed in their favour, but
still it was too vague to allow him to ground any strong hopes on it.
Murray had, however, conceived the same idea. With what eagerness they
pulled about looking out for their struggling fellow-creatures! First
they hauled on board a stout Turk, who did not appear to be much the
worse for his flight and ducking, except that he was, not unnaturally,
in a dreadful fright. If he had conceived the idea that he had already
entered Paradise, the big-whiskered jolly tars, instead of the houris he
might have expected to welcome him, must quickly have shown him his
mistake. He looked up with a stare of astonishment as he was placed at
the bottom of the boat. Another poor fellow had had his leg almost
blown off, but still he clung on to a piece of plank. Hemming quickly
formed a tourniquet with a handkerchief to stop the bleeding, while a
savage-looking fellow was being hauled in, who even then cast a scowl of
defiance and hatred at his preservers.

"You might as well have said thank you, instead of looking so glum, old
boy," observed one of the men as he placed him alongside his companions.

"There's a young Turk hanging on to a spar away there, and waving to
us," cried Jack, putting the boat's head in the direction he indicated.
"Give way, my lads."

Murray's boat was pulling in the same direction. Jack got up first to
the young Turk, as he called him, and almost tumbled headlong into the
water in helping him on board.

"It is, it is," he shouted; "it is himself! I thought so."

"Who? who?" asked Murray eagerly.

"Paddy Adair?" cried Jack, almost bursting into tears. "It's Paddy
himself."

"Paddy Adair, hurrah! hurrah!" was echoed from all the boats.

"Paddy, my dear boy, where have you come from?" asked Hemming, with
unwonted gentleness in his tone. Jack had got Terence's hand, and would
not let it go.

"The last place I came from was the poop of that Turkish ship which is
b