the fair curls of the infant and the dark locks of the mother washing to and fro like water-weeds upon the surface.  The man lay with a slate-coloured face, his chin cocking up towards the sky, his eyes turned upwards to the whites, and his mouth wide open showing a leathern crinkled tongue like a rotting leaf.  In the bows, all huddled in a heap, and with a single paddle still grasped in his hand, there crouched a very small man clad in black, an open book lying across his face, and one stiff leg jutting upwards with the heel of the foot resting between the rowlocks.  So this strange company swooped and tossed upon the long green Atlantic rollers.

A boat had been lowered by the Golden Rod, and the unfortunates were soon conveyed upon deck.  No particle of either food or drink was to be found, nor anything save the single paddle and the open Bible which lay across the small man’s face.  Man, woman, and child had all been dead a day at the least, and so with the short prayers used upon the seas they were buried from the vessel’s side.  The small man had at first seemed also to be lifeless, but Amos had detected some slight flutter of his heart, and the faintest haze was left upon the watch glass which was held before his mouth.  Wrapped in a dry blanket he was laid beside the mast, and the mate forced a few drops of rum every few minutes between his lips until the little spark of life which still lingered in him might be fanned to a flame.  Meanwhile Ephraim Savage had ordered up the two prisoners whom he had entrapped at Honfleur.  Very foolish they looked as they stood blinking and winking in the daylight from which they had been so long cut off.

“Very sorry, captain,” said the seaman, “but either you had to come with us, d’ye see, or we had to stay with you.  They’re waiting for me over at Boston, and in truth I really couldn’t tarry.”

The French soldier shrugged his shoulders and looked around him with a lengthening face.  He and his corporal were limp with sea-sickness, and as miserable as a Frenchman is when first he finds that France has vanished from his view.

“Which would you prefer, to go on with us to America, or go back to France?”

“Back to France, if I can find my way.  Oh, I must get to France again if only to have a word with that fool of a gunner.”

“Well, we emptied a bucket of water over his linstock and priming, d’ye see, so maybe he did all he could.  But there’s France, where that thickening is over yonder.”

“I see it!  I see it!  Ah, if my feet were only upon it once more.”

“There is a boat beside us, and you may take it.”

“My God, what happiness!  Corporal Lemoine, the boat!  Let us push off at once.”

“But you need a few things first.  Good Lord, who ever heard of a man pushing off like that!  Mr. Tomlinson, just sling a keg of water and a barrel of meat and of biscuit into this boat.  Hiram Jefferson, bring two oars aft.  It’s a long pull with the wind in your teeth, but you’ll be there by to-morrow night, and the weather is set fair.”