A fine lifeboat, manned by sturdy Danish sailors, was alongside the ship; the sea was very rough, but our ship steady, firmly embedded in the sandy bottom, and driven farther in since she stranded.  The packages we had decided to save at any cost were put in our pockets, lifebelts and life-saving waistcoats once more put on, and once more we all climbed a ship’s ladder, but as the lifeboat was rising and falling almost the height of the ship with the heavy seas, descent into it was not easy.  One by one we dropped into the outstretched arms of the sailors as the boat rose on the crest of a wave to the bottom of the ladder.  It was a trying moment, but nothing mattered now; once over the side of the ship, we were no longer in German hands, and were free!  The waves dashed over and drenched us as we sat in the lifeboat; we were sitting in icy water, all of us more or less wet through.  At last the lifeboat crew pulled for the shore, the high seas sweeping over us all the way.  We grounded on the beach, the sturdy sailors carried some, others jumped into the water and waded ashore, and we were all on terra firma, free at last, after weary months of waiting and captivity.  Groups of villagers were waiting on the beach to welcome us even at this early hour.  They plied us with questions as far as they could, and great was their wonder at what we had to tell.

[Illustration:  THE SKAGEN LIFEBOAT GOING OUT TO THE IGOTZ MENDI TO BRING OFF THE PRISONERS.]

[Illustration:  THE SKAGEN LIFEBOAT BRINGING TO SHORE THE PRISONERS FROM THE IGOTZ MENDI.]

We had been saved at the eleventh hour, almost the fifty-ninth minute of it; we were almost in German waters, at the very gates of Germany, being due at Kiel the very next day.  It was a miraculous escape if ever there was one, and came at a moment when all hope had gone.  Would that the Wolf had gone ashore in the same place!  All our fellow-countrymen on board her would then have been free, and they could have given information and saved us as well.

What emotions surged within us as we trod the free earth once more!  What we had gone through since we were last on shore!  Then it was on British soil; now it was on that of a friendly neutral country.  It seemed strange to be treading land again after five months on shipboard.  How welcome to see the green fields, the horses at work on the beach, the people in the village, the village itself!  How good it all was!  We had escaped imprisonment with the enemy, escaped making acquaintance with the notorious Ruhleben of evil fame.  The more we reflected on it—­and we did so every minute—­the more wonderful did our escape appear.  But our thoughts also turned to our friends on the Wolf who were doomed to meet the cruel fate from which we had so mercifully been delivered.