g the return of light and
heat, had appeared on the broken horizon, when the eyes of the
despairing youth were directed to a black mass on the tumultuous waters.
It was a vessel, with but one mast standing, rolling heavily, and
running before the gale right on for the sand-bank where he stood; her
hull, one moment borne aloft and the next disappearing from his view in
the hollow of the agitated waters. "She will be dashed to pieces!"
thought Francisco; "she will be lost!--they cannot see the bank!" And
he would have made a signal to her, if he had been able, to warn her of
her danger, forgetting at the time his own desolate situation.

As Francisco watched, the sun rose, bright and joyous over this scene of
anxiety and pain. On came the vessel, flying before the gale, while the
seas chased her as if they would fain overwhelm her. It was fearful to
see her scud--agonising to know that she was rushing to destruction.

At last he could distinguish those on board. He waved his hand, but
they perceived him not; he shouted, but his voice was borne away by the
gale. On came the vessel, as if doomed. She was within two cables'
length of the bank when those on board perceived their danger. It was
too late!--they had rounded her to--another, and another wave hurled her
towards the sand. She struck!--her only remaining mast fell over the
side, and the roaring waves hastened to complete their work of
destruction and of death!

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE ESCAPE.

Francisco's eyes were fixed upon the vessel, over which the sea now
broke with terrific violence. There appeared to be about eight or nine
men on her deck, who sheltered themselves under the weather bulwarks.
Each wave, as it broke against her side and then dashed in foam over
her, threw her, with a convulsive jerk, still further on the sand-bank.
At last she was so high up that their fury was partly spent before they
dashed against her frame. Had the vessel been strong and well built--
had she been a collier coasting the English shores--there was a fair
chance that she might have withstood the fury of the storm until it had
subsided, and that by remaining on board, the crew might have survived:
but she was of a very different mould, and, as Francisco justly
surmised, an American brig, built for swift sailing, very sharp, and,
moreover, very slightly put together.

Francisco's eyes, as may easily be supposed, were never removed from the
only object which cou