re the
sailor had taken up his abode, near his loved one's grave, in the farm,
still kept by Mrs Valentine!

Full of hope and eagerness was Harry (one must call him by his boyish
name still, though he is now a man of thirty-four), on his homeward
voyage, over the running waves.

He had not seen much of the other passengers; in fact, he had kept
almost entirely to himself, only entering into conversation with the
captain, or any of the ship's crew that took his fancy. And many were
the eyes of disappointment that in vain sought the friendship of the
reserved, wealthy, homeward-bound Englishman.

He was talking to the man at the helm, when his eye caught sight of
some one sitting, carelessly smoking, in a dangerous position near an
open part of the ship's bulwarks. He abruptly ended his conversation,
and walking across the deck, said--

"Excuse me, sir, but you are not in a very safe place."

The man addressed started, and as he turned hastily, as if to see who
had presumed to dictate to him, slipped, and, clutching fruitlessly at
Harry's outstretched arms, fell headlong into the sea. It was the work
of a second, but in that second Harry had recognised Egerton's face!

"Man overboard! man overboard!" was the cry.

The vessel was running at a rapid pace through the water, so that she
had already left the struggler in the waves, far behind.

"'Bout ship!" came the word of command; but long before the vessel
answered to the helm, Harry had flung off his coat and hat, and leapt
from the stern, down into the roaring waves, and striking out
vigorously, reached Egerton.

It was a hard battle he had there with the waters, and he thought the
boat, that speedily left the ship, would never reach them. With one
hand he held up Egerton's head, while with the other he kept himself
afloat. But the seconds, that seemed like hours, went on, and the boat
did not come.

He was growing weaker, he knew it; his arm was stiffening, and Egerton
struggling in the water with all the agony of a drowning man, hampered
his movements and well nigh bore him under.

Would the boat never come? He raised himself with an effort and sent
his voice along the trough of the waves, "Boat ahoy!"

That shout was heard, but it had robbed him of his remaining strength.
His eyes were dim; his brain swam; he was losing consciousness, his
gallant arm fell from beneath the head it had supported, and he sank!

A few seconds afterwards the half-drow