ing the yacht, and at this
Bessie was gazing with intense earnestness.

"What is the matter, Bessie?" asked he, looking at her, rather than the
boat, to assure himself that her trials had not affected her reason.

"Why, don't you see, Levi?"

"I don't see anything. What is it?"

"My father! My father!" cried she, laughing, almost in hysterics.

Levi glanced at the boat. One of the gentlemen was certainly Mr.
Watson, though he was not quite willing to believe the evidence of his
own senses. The boat had approached near enough to enable him to be
sure of the fact.

"It is my father!" repeated Bessie, as the boat ran up to the
accommodation ladder, and Mr. Watson leaped on board of the yacht.

"My child! My child!" ejaculated the fond father, as he folded her in
his arms.

"O, father!" exclaimed she, as she hugged him in a transport of joy.

Twined in each other's arms, they wept and laughed, in the exuberance
of delight, at this happy reunion. Levi could hardly restrain his own
tears as he gazed upon the affecting scene, and in the depths of his
heart he thanked God, who had guided his little bark over the stormy
ocean, half round the world, and enabled him to save Bessie from the
hands of her grasping enemies.

"Levi!" said Mr. Watson, gently disengaging himself from his daughter's
embrace, and giving the young captain his hand.

"I am glad to see you, Mr. Watson," replied Levi, grasping the offered
hand.

"If Levi hadn't followed me, you would never have seen me again," added
Bessie, throwing herself upon her father's breast again.

"God bless you, Levi!" exclaimed the delighted father, wringing the
young man's hand again.

Mr. Watson seemed to be bewildered by the ecstasy of his joy. He
grasped the hand of Augustus, who was so pleased that he forgot to use
any high-flown speech. The gentleman who had come in the boat with
Bessie's father was introduced to the party as the American consul.

"We did not expect to see you, Mr. Watson," said Levi.

"I have been in Melbourne for three weeks," replied he. "This is the
port for which the Caribbee cleared at the Custom House. But where is
the Caribbee?"

"She struck on a rock to the southward of King's Island, in the gale,
yesterday morning. She has broken up before this time."

"And I was on board of her at the time," said Bessie.

"Though the Caribbee was twenty tons larger than The Starry Flag, we
were just a match for her in sailing," added Levi. "W