ned, and,
strangely enough, he gained in physical health; he was stronger, and
better able to support the fatigues of his daily labor; he seemed hardly
to recognize any difference between bis days when the ship tossed and
groaned, and his nights when he slept a drunken sleep, disturbed only by
an occasional nightmare.

Was that frightful shock and crash of the Cydnus one of these dreams?
That rushing of water, those cries of frightened women,--was all that a
dream? His comrades called him, shook him. "Jack, Jack!" they cried; he
staggered out, half naked. The engine-room was already half under water,
the compass broken, the fires extinguished. The men ran against each
other in the darkness. "What is it?" they cried.

An American ship had run them down. The men struggled up the narrow
ladder; at the head stood the chief engineer with a revolver in his
hand.

"The first man that attempts to pass me I will shoot! Go to your
furnaces! Land is not far off; we shall reach it yet if my orders are
obeyed." Each one turned, with rage and despair in his heart. They
charged the furnaces with wet coal, and volumes of gas and smoke poured
out; while the water still ascending, in spite of the constant work at
the pumps, was as cold as ice. The pumps refuse to work, the furnaces
will not burn. The stokers are in water up to their shoulders before the
voice of the chief engineer is heard: "Save yourselves, my men, if you
can!"

CHAPTER XVIII.~~D'ARGENTON'S MAGAZINE.

In a narrow street, quiet and orderly, in one of those houses belonging
to the last century, D'Argen-ton had established himself as editor of
the new magazine; while Jack, our friend Jack, was its proprietor.
Do not smile: this was really the case; his money had been used to
establish it Charlotte had some little scruple at first in so employing
these funds, which she wished to preserve intact for the boy on his
attaining his majority; but she yielded to the poet's persuasions.

"Come, my dear, listen! Figures are figures, you' know. Can there be a
better investment than this Review? It is far safer than any railroad,
at least Have I not placed my own funds in it?"

Within six months D'Argenton had sacrificed thirty thousand francs, and
the receipts had been nothing, while the expenses were enormous. Besides
the offices of the magazine, D'Argenton had hired in the same house a
large apartment, from which he had a superb view. The city, the Seine,
Notre Dame,