forced slowly back into deeper water, where he floundered helpless as the rest.  It spun us about like so many tops, until I heard a great crunching of timbers, accompanied by a peculiar rasping which caused my heart to stop its pulsation.  All at once the heavy bow swung around.  Caught by it, I was hurled flat against the face of a black rock, and squeezed so tightly between stone and planking I thought my ribs must crack.

It was then I noted Cairnes, struggling just beyond me, reaching backward with his foot until he found purchase against the stone, then lifting his great crop to gaze about, sweeping the moisture from his eyes.  He braced one mighty shoulder against the boat’s side, with such a heave as I never supposed lay in the muscles of any man; swung that whole dead weight free of the rock, and ere the dancing craft, we clinging desperately to it, had made two circles in the mad boiling, I felt my feet strike bottom, and stood upright, ready to do my share again.

“Are you safe, Madame?” I questioned anxiously, for I could see no signs of her presence from where I stood, and she uttered no sound.

“I am uninjured,” she returned, “but the boat takes water freely.  I fear a plank has given way.”

“Parbleu!” sputtered De Noyan, with a great sound of coughing.  “So have I taken water freely. Sacre!  I have gulped down enough of the stuff to last me the remainder of life.”

“Hold your wit until we are safe ashore, Monsieur,” I commented shortly, for as I stood the strain was heavy on my arms.  “Push toward the right, both of you, or the boat will sink before we can beach her; she takes water like a sieve.”

We slowly won our way backward, the effort requiring every pound of our combined strength, De Noyan and I tugging breathlessly at the stern, the sectary doing yeoman service at the bow.  Yet the effort told, bringing us into quieter water, although we upbore the entire weight of the boat on our shoulders after we made firm footing.  The water poured in so rapidly Madame was for going overboard also, but we persuaded her to remain.  Anyway, we drove the prow against the bank at last, and, as I rested, panting from exertion, I observed the others dragging themselves wearily ashore, Cairnes was a sight, with his great mat of red hair soaked with black mud, which had oozed down over his face, so as to leave it almost unrecognizable.  He shook himself like a shaggy water-dog after a bath, flinging himself down full length with a growl.  De Noyan fared somewhat better, coming ashore with a smile, even trolling the snatch of a song as he climbed the bank, but his gay military cap, without which, jauntily perched upon one side of his head, I had scarcely before seen him, had gone floating down-stream, and the fierce upward curl of his long moustachios had vanished.  They hung now limp, leaving so little a la militaire in his appearance that I had to smile, noting the look of surprise in Madame’s eyes as he gallantly assisted her to the dry grass, before flinging himself flat for a breathing spell.