imbs, and feet even, visible like those of his companion. But there
was no time to study the wonders of Nature then, or even look at the way
in which the keel of the boat was illumined by myriads of golden points.

"Hold on! Steady! Keep her down!" cried Josh; and then, as the two
lads clung to the gunwale they were raised right up, as there was a
wallow and a splash; the opposite side went down so low that it began to
ship water, but only for a moment; Josh had given a spring, and rolled
in over the side.

"Now, then, leave him there, Will, lad, and work round, by her starn.
I'll soon have some of the water out now."

He began feeling about as he spoke with his hands beneath the thwarts
forward, and directly after he uttered a cry of joy.

"Here she be," he said, tearing out the half of a tin bucket that had
held the bait. "Now we'll do some work."

As he spoke he began dipping and emptying, pouring nearly a gallon of
water over the side at every turn; and in ten minutes, during which he
had laboured incessantly, he had made such a change that he bade Will
come in.

"Now you can bale a bit," he said. "My arms are about dead."

Will climbed in and took the bucket, scooping out the water with all his
might, while Josh bent over Dick.

"You're 'bout perished, my lad. Come along."

He placed his hands under Dick's arm-pits, and though he said that his
own arms were about dead he hoisted the boy in almost without an effort,
and then left him to help himself, while he resumed baling with his
hands, scooping out the water pretty fast, and each moment lightening
the little craft.

"Good job we'd no stone killicks aboard, Will," he said, "or down she'd
have gone."

"There's the buoys too wedged forward," said Will; "they have helped to
keep her up."

"'Bout balanced the creepers," said Josh. "It's a question of a pound
weight at a time like this. There, take it steadily, my lads. We're
safe now, and can see that the tide's carrying of us in. Lights look
bigger, eh?"

"Yes," said Will, who was working hard with his baler. "Where shall we
drive ashore?"

"Oh! pretty close to the point," cried Josh. "I say, youngster, this is
coming fishing, eh?"

"Oh! it is horrible," said Dick, piteously.

"Not it, lad," cried Josh. "It's grand. Why, we might ha' been
drownded, and, what's wuss, never washed ashore."

Dick shivered as much from cold as misery, and gazed in the direction of
the lights.

"Won