He fought with new strength, and as his head rose above the waves, the rope still dragging along, he heard cheers that grew nearer and louder, but this time the voices came from the land.  A breaker curled high, dashed furiously over him and then it carried him with a rush to the beach and flung him, gasping and exhausted, high on the sand, but the end of the rope was clutched tightly between his teeth.  He held it, even when men tried to take it from him, but the hands were kindly and as his jaws relaxed he was lifted gently and carried where the cruel waves could not touch him again.

Jan was too tired to open his eyes when some one knelt beside him and stroked his wet hair, and a man’s voice said huskily, “You wonderful, brave fellow!”

Cheers sounded loud and long, and at last Jan opened his eyes and lifted his head wearily for a second.  Before it dropped again to the sand, he saw men on the shore working with another, heavier rope, and some one called out, “Thank God!  They got it that time!”

Jan staggered to his feet and with wobbling legs moved a few steps forward.  Then he forgot his weariness and aching muscles and stood watching something strange, something that made women near him cry, and the men cheer wildly.

A rope reached from the shore to the stranded ship, and something was moving slowly along that rope toward the land.  Jan’s feet were in the surf, but he did not know it as he, too, watched and saw a chair, and in that chair was a woman.

She was seized by eager hands and lifted down among them, laughing and crying and saying, “Oh, quick!  Save the others!”

Again and again the chair travelled over the waves that leaped up to clutch it, but the rope was firm.  And once when a woman was carried in the chair, a man on the shore gave a big cry of joy as he clasped her in his arms.  Jan recognized the pretty lady, but she did not have her baby in her arms this time.  Then every one was silent, only a woman’s sob sounded softly, and the pretty lady stood staring across the water, where high above the waves swung a big leather mailbag.  It came nearer and nearer, and men went far out into the surf to steady it, until it was unfastened, lifted down, opened, and the pretty lady, crying and laughing, held her baby in her arms, and the child laughed back at them all.

Men cheered and cheered, and from the ship came answering cheers, while the mother and father of the child knelt down beside the dog, saying, “You saved her, Prince Jan!”

The dog watched vainly for his master.  Trip after trip brought men and women to the land, and each one was welcomed wildly.  Then Jan, still watching, gave a great “Woof!” and rushed out into the water.  The chair was approaching the shore, and in the chair was Jan’s master.  A basket was held in the old man’s lap and on it was fastened a bird cage with a badly frightened canary.  Through a break in the basket waved Hippity-Hop’s furry paw.  Those on the shore scattered as Prince Jan raced among them uttering hysterical yelps until his master stood safely beside him and leaned down catching the dog’s long, soft ears and pulling them gently, while he said over and over, “Jan, Prince Jan!  I knew you would do it!”