his body lay between the great shaft and the movable
beam, and thus he escaped with his life, but his feet were entangled
with the wheel-work, and severely injured.

Wishart was a robust and spirited young fellow, and bore his
sufferings with wonderful firmness while he was being removed. He
was laid upon one of the narrow frame-beds of the beacon, and
despatched in a boat to the tender. On seeing the boat approach with
the poor man stretched on a bed covered with blankets, and his face
overspread with that deadly pallor which is the usual consequence of
excessive bleeding, the seamen's looks betrayed the presence of those
well-known but indescribable sensations which one experiences when
brought suddenly into contact with something horrible. Relief was at
once experienced, however, when Wishart's voice was heard feebly
accosting those who first stepped into the boat.

He was immediately sent on shore, where the best surgical advice was
obtained, and he began to recover steadily, though slowly. Meanwhile,
having been one of the principal masons, Robert Selkirk was appointed
to his vacant post.

And now let us wind up this chapter of accidents with an account of
the manner in which a party of strangers, to use a slang but
expressive phrase, came to grief during a visit to the Bell Rock.

One morning, a trim little vessel was seen by the workmen making for
the rock at low tide. From its build and size, Ruby at once judged it
to be a pleasure yacht. Perchance some delicate shades in the
seamanship, displayed in managing the little vessel, had influenced
the sailor in forming his opinion. Be this as it may, the vessel
brought up under the lee of the rock and cast anchor.

It turned out to be a party of gentlemen from Leith, who had run down
the firth to see the works. The weather was fine, and the sea calm,
but these yachters had yet to learn that fine weather and a calm sea
do not necessarily imply easy or safe landing at the Bell Rock! They
did not know that the swell which had succeeded a recent gale was
heavier than it appeared to be at a distance; and, worst of all, they
did not know, or they did not care to remember, that "there is a time
for all things", and that the time for landing at the Bell Rock is
limited.

Seeing that the place was covered with workmen, the strangers lowered
their little boat and rowed towards them.

"They're mad," said Logan, who, with a group of the men, watched the
motions of thei