t of the power of the sea.

Ronald Morton, with a rope round his waist, had been the means of
rescuing him and Gerardin from death. Dicky began to thank him.

"Only obeying orders--helping each other," answered Ronald. "But lend a
hand, Glover, we have plenty to do."

Morton and his companions became very anxious for the fate of their
gallant superior. Had the frigate been his own ship, he would have been
the last to leave the wreck; but now, having seen his own people on
shore, he would have no hesitation in coming.

Ronald applied to Gerardin, but he could get no information from his
confused countrymen as to what had become of the English lieutenant.
The Englishmen, notwithstanding this, continued to assist energetically
in hauling the people on shore. Each time a man reached the beach, they
hailed him, hoping to find that he was their officer.

Suddenly, as they were hauling in on the line made fast to the
traveller, the main line became slack: alas! all communication with the
ill-fated ship was cut off.

"Haul on it, lads!" shouted Rawson and Morton in concert.

"It is heavy; there is some one on it," cried the men. "Steady, lads,
steady."

Gradually they hauled in the line. The life of one more fellow-creature
might be saved. They hauled away. Yes, a man was there! was he still
alive, though?

They hailed as he neared them. An English voice answered, "All right,
lads!" It was their own lieutenant. They welcomed him with a joyful
shout, which showed that he had won the honest affections of his men, a
prize worthy of an officer's aim.

"I had a struggle for it," he observed, as soon as he was somewhat
recovered. "No sooner was I on the rope, than some of the wretches in
their madness cut it, and have so lost all means of reaching the shore
in safety. Still we will do what we can to help them."

The Englishmen kept to this resolution. With unceasing watchfulness
they moved up and down along the beach, saving the lives of many who
would otherwise have fallen victims to the waves.

The wearied seamen, their labours over, threw themselves on the sands to
rest, scarcely allowing the thought to trouble them of what next they
should do. They had not enjoyed many minutes' repose before they were
roused up by a party of soldiers, who, without much ceremony, marched
them all off to a tower in the neighbourhood, which Ronald recollected
observing before the ship struck. Here, in spite of all Mr Ca