tained their strength and their senses; and many of them were
so weak that they had not sufficient strength to walk down to the boats.
Linton accordingly sent for further assistance, and two more hands came
off from the cutter, both for the purpose of carrying down the
sufferers, and of defending them in the mean time from any attack the
maniacs might make on them. Colonel Gauntlett, although at first unable
to walk, quickly recovered, and insisted on having no other assistance
than such as Mitchell could afford in getting to the boat. The French
captain had suffered the most, both from bodily fatigue and mental
excitement.

All this party having been embarked, Linton advised that the cutter
should return to the ship, and begged that four more hands should be
sent him, with a good supply of rope-yarns. While the boats were
absent, he tried to calm and conciliate the unhappy beings on the rock;
but, although they no longer attempted to injure him, it was evident
that they abstained from doing so more from fear than good will.

They were in all, remaining alive, twelve persons; and, when the dinghy
returned, he found his party to amount to eight men, with whom he
considered he should easily be able to master the others. The
unfortunate Frenchmen had not sense to perceive what he was about, and
he had captured and bound three before they attempted to escape from
him. Then commenced the most extraordinary chase round and round the
rock. In a short time three more were bound, and these Linton sent off
before he made any further attempt to take the rest. There were still
six at large, fierce, powerful men, who evaded every means he could
devise to get hold of them without using actual force. He was still
unwilling to pull away, and leave them to their fate; at length he
ordered his men to make a simultaneous rush at them, and to endeavour to
trip them up, or to knock them over with the flats of their cutlasses.
Pour of them were secured, though they had their knives in their hands,
and made a desperate resistance; the others, they were two, who appeared
to be the maddest of the party, darted from them, and, before they could
be stopped, leaped off, on the weather side, when they were quickly
swallowed up among the breakers. Linton and his companions shuddered as
they left the fatal spot.

The _Ione_, with her new passengers on board, kept on her course, and
the wind still continuing foul, Captain Fleetwood steered