ed with the foam, that we had not observed him.
Mr Sedgwick and Potto made a dash at him together, and though he
appeared more dead than alive, they succeeded in dragging him up the
beach. Still another person remained onboard. Who could he be? "I
see, I see!" cried Potto Jumbo. "I see; I go get him. He my cook-mate.
Hurrah! hurrah!" Saying this, Potto Jumbo fastened the end of Mr
Sedgwick's rope to his own, and crying out to the rest to hold it, he
darted once more into the sea. Twice the surf bore him back again to
the beach; but he persevered, shouting out at the same time, "Come,
come--no fear!" The person he was attempting to rescue heard him, and
waiting till a sea was approaching, sprang in. The wave carried him
towards Potto, who seized him in his powerful grasp; and those who had
hold of the rope hauling away, both were dragged up in safety. Yes,
there stood Macco, whom we supposed, as Walter had done, had been killed
by the savages. There he was, however, there could be no doubt about
that. He crawled to Walter's side, and taking his hand, looked in his
face, exclaiming, "Oh, I t'ankful you escape, Massa Walter. Me lub you
as one fader, one broder, one eberyt'ing." The expression of Macco's
countenance showed that his words were true.

Not till now could I run to Walter's side, and for some minutes I could
do nothing else but put my arms round his neck and kiss him again and
again.

"We may well thank Heaven that we have escaped," said Mr Hooker; "but
what will become of the vessel I cannot tell."

"We must try and secure her," said Mr Thudicumb; "for though she is
getting a fearful bumping, if she is thrown on shore we may manage to
launch her again some day when we are ready for her."

The matter, however, was settled in a different way; for another fierce
sea rolling towards us, drove her with such violence against the beach,
that her sides were completely beaten in, and in a few minutes she
became a confused mass of wreck.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

WALTER'S ADVENTURES.

Although our friends were greatly exhausted by having to cling so long
to the cutter with the sea breaking furiously over them, after resting
for some time on the beach they were able to proceed to the house. I
clung to Walter's arm as we walked along, and could only again and again
say how rejoiced and thankful I was that he had escaped. He seemed so
pale and weak, that I forebore asking him questions. Still, of