for another effort. And once again the demon tempter came to him,
as he stood alone there, and helpless on the deserted deck. A faint
gleam of light, shooting up the companion, illuminated his pale but
stern features which had an unusual expression on them, but no eye was
there to look upon those features, save the all-searching Eye of God.

"It was soon over with _him_!" he muttered, as he listened to Evan
telling of Zola's leap into the sea. "An' a good riddance to myself as
well as to the world it would be if I followed his example. I could
drop quietly over, an' they'd never find it out till--but--"

"Come, don't hesitate," whispered the demon. "I thought you were a man
once, but now you seem to be a coward after all!"

It was at this critical point that Evan, the mate of the _Sparrow_, all
ignorant of the eager listener overhead, began to urge repentance on his
unbelieving comrades, and pointed to the Crucified One--showing that no
sinner was beyond hope, that Peter had denied his Master with oaths and
curses, and that even the thief on the cross had life enough left for a
saving look.

"We have nothing to _do_, lads, only to _submit_," he said, earnestly.

"Nothing to do!" thought David Bright in surprise, not unmingled with
contempt as he thought of the terrible fight he had gone through before
his fall.

"Nothing to do!" exclaimed John Gunter in the cabin, echoing, as it
were, the skipper's thought, with much of his surprise and much more of
his contempt. "Why, mate, I thought that you religious folk felt bound
to pray, an' sing, an' preach, an' work!"

"No, lad--no--not for _salvation_," returned Evan; "we have only to
_accept_ salvation--to cease from refusing it and scorning it. After we
have got it from and in Jesus, we will pray, and sing, and work, ay, an'
preach too, if we can, for the love of the Master who `loved us and gave
Himself for us.'"

Light began to break in on the dark mind of David Bright, as he listened
to these words, and earnestly did he ponder them, long after the speaker
and the rest of the crew had turned in.

Daylight began to flow softly over the sea, like a mellow influence from
the better land, when the net was hauled.

Soon the light intensified and showed the rest of the fleet floating
around in all directions, and busily engaged in the same work--two of
the nearest vessels being the mission smack and that of Singing Peter.
Ere long the fish were cleaned, packed,