“Quite safe; come along.”

“Thanks be to Almighty God!” he ejaculated, and burst into tears.

I seized hold of his thin cold hands, but shifted my fingers to catch him by the coat collar, so as to exert more power over him; and handed him along the deck, telling my companion to lay hold of the seaman and fetch him away smartly.  We managed to escape the water, for the poor old gentleman bestirred himself very nimbly, and I helped him over the fore-chains; and when the boat rose, tumbled him into her without ceremony.  I saw the daughter leap toward him and clasp him in her arms; but I was soon again scrambling on to the deck, having heard cries from my man, accompanied with several loud curses, mingled with dreadful yells.

“He’s bitten me, sir!” cried by companion, hauling himself away from the deck-house.  “He’s roaring mad.”

“It can’t be helped,” I answered.  “We must get him out.”

He saw me pushing along the life-line, plucked up heart, and went with myself through a sousing sea to the door.  I caught a glimpse of a white face glaring at me from the interior:  in a second a figure shot out, fled with incredible speed toward the bow, and leaped into the sea just where our boat lay.

“They’ll pick him up,” I exclaimed.  “Stop a second;” and I entered the house and stooped over the figure of the man on the deck.

I was not familiar with death, and yet I knew it was here.  I cannot describe the signs in his face; but such as they were, they told me the truth.  I noticed a ring upon his finger, and that his clothes were good.  His hair was black, and his features well shaped, though his face had a half-convulsed expression, as if something frightful had appeared to him, and he had died of the sight of it.

“This wreck must be his coffin,” I said.  “He is a corpse.  We can do no more.”

We scrambled for the last time along the life-line and got into the fore-chains; but to our consternation, saw the boat rowing away from the wreck.  However, the fit of rage and terror that possessed me lasted but a moment or two; for I now saw they were giving chase to the madman, who was swimming steadily away.  Two of the men rowed, and the third hung over the bows, ready to grasp the miserable wretch.  The Grosvenor stood steady, about a mile off, with her mainyards backed; and just as the fellow over the boat’s bows caught hold of the swimmer’s hair, the ensign was run up on board the ship and dipped three times.

“Bring him along!” I shouted.  “They’ll be off without us if we don’t bear a hand.”

They nearly capsized the boat as they dragged the lunatic, streaming like a drowned rat, out of the water; and one of the sailors tumbled him over on his back, and knelt upon him, while he took some turns with the boat’s painter round his body, arms and legs.  The boat then came alongside; and watching our opportunity, we jumped into her and shoved off.