A calm evening, a perfect absence of wind, promised everything in favor of the spectacle, when suddenly loud and violent shrieks were heard.  Large masses of the earth had given way on the edge of the embankment, and a number of people were precipitated into the water.  The pressure from the throng had gone on increasing till at last it had become more than the newly laid soil would bear, and the bank had fallen in.  Everybody wanted to obtain the best place, and now there was no getting either backward or forward.

People ran this and that way, more to see what was going on than to render assistance.  What could be done when no one could reach the place?

The Captain, with a few determined persons, hurried down and drove the crowd off the embankment back upon the shore, in order that those who were really of service might have free room to move.  One way or another they contrived to seize hold of such as were sinking; and with or without assistance all who had been in the water were got out safe upon the bank, with the exception of one boy, whose struggles in his fright, instead of bringing him nearer to the embankment, had only carried him further from it.  His strength seemed to be failing—­now only a hand was seen above the surface, and now a foot.  By an unlucky chance the boat was on the opposite shore filled with fireworks—­it was a long business to unload it, and help was slow in coming.  The Captain’s resolution was taken; he flung off his coat; all eyes were directed toward him, and his sturdy vigorous figure gave every one hope and confidence:  but a cry of surprise rose out of the crowd as they saw him fling himself into the water—­every eye watched him as the strong swimmer swiftly reached the boy, and bore him, although to appearance dead, to the embankment.

Now came up the boat.  The Captain stepped in and examined whether there were any still missing, or whether they were all safe.  The surgeon was speedily on the spot, and took charge of the inanimate boy.  Charlotte joined them, and entreated the Captain to go now and take care of himself, to hurry back to the castle and change his clothes.  He would not go, however, till persons on whose sense he could rely, who had been close to the spot at the time of the accident, and who had assisted in saving those who had fallen in, assured him that all were safe.

Charlotte saw him on his way to the house, and then she remembered that the wine and the tea, and everything else which he could want, had been locked up, for fear any of the servants should take advantage of the disorder of the holiday, as on such occasions they are too apt to do.  She hurried through the scattered groups of her company, which were loitering about the plane-trees.  Edward was there, talking to every one—­beseeching every one to stay.  He would give the signal directly, and the fireworks should begin.  Charlotte went up to him, and entreated him to put off an amusement which was no longer in place, and which at the present moment no one could enjoy.  She reminded him of what ought to be done for the boy who had been saved, and for his preserver.