you　if　I　live　a　hundred　years。〃
  But　no　one　else　said　anything；　perhaps　they　were　all　too　much　ashamed；
  even　then。
  〃I　have　only　done　my　duty；〃　Seymour　answered　from　the　water。　〃How　far
  is　it　to　the　shore？〃
  〃About　three　miles；〃　shouted　Thompson。　〃But　keep　on　that　plank；　or　you
  will　never　live　through　the　rollers。　Good…bye。〃
  〃Good…bye；〃　answered　Robert。
  Then　the　boat　passed　away　from　him　and　soon　vanished　in　the　misty　face
  of　the　deep。
  Resting　on　the　plank　which　had　saved　the　life　of　Mrs。　Jeffreys；　Robert
  Seymour　looked　about　him　and　listened。　Now　and　again　he　heard　a　faint；
  choking　scream　uttered　by　some　drowning　wretch；　and　a　few　hundred
  yards　away　caught　sight　of　a　black　object　which　he　thought　might　be　a
  boat。　If　so；　he　reflected　that　it　must　be　full。　Moreover；　he　could　not
  overtake　it。　No；　his　only　chance　was　to　make　for　the　shore。　He　was　a
  strong　swimmer；　and　happily　the　water　was　almost　as　warm　as　milk。
  There　seemed　to　be　no　reason　why　he　should　not　reach　it；　supported　as
  he　was　by　a　lifebelt；　if　the　sharks　would　leave　him　alone；　which　they
  might；　as　there　was　plenty　for　them　to　feed　on。　The　direction　he　knew
  well　enough；　for　now　in　the　great　silence　of　the　sea　he　could　hear　the
  boom　of　the　mighty　rollers　breaking　on　the　beach。
  Ah；　those　rollers！　He　remembered　how　that　very　afternoon　Benita　and　he
  had　watched　them　through　his　field　glass　sprouting　up　against　the
  cruel　walls　of　rock；　and　wondered　that　when　the　ocean　was　so　calm　they
  had　still　such　power。　Now；　should　he　live　to　reach　them；　he　was　doomed
  to　match　himself　against　that　power。　Well；　the　sooner　he　did　so　the
  sooner　it　would　be　over；　one　way　or　the　other。　This　was　in　his　favour：
  the　tide　had　turned；　and　was　flowing　shorewards。　Indeed；　he　had　little
  to　do　but　to　rest　upon　his　plank；　which　he　placed　crosswise　beneath
  his　breast；　and　steered　himself　with　his　feet。　Even　thus　he　made　good
  progress；　nearly　a　mile　an　hour　perhaps。　He　could　have　gone　faster　had
  he　swum；　but　he　was　saving　his　strength。
  It　was　a　strange　journey　upon　that　silent　sea　beneath　those　silent
  stars；　and　strange　thoughts　came　into　Robert's　soul。　He　wondered
  whether　Benita　would　live　and　what　she　would　say。　Perhaps；　however；
  she　was　already　dead；　and　he　would　meet　her　presently。　He　wondered　if
  he　were　doomed　to　die；　and　whether　this　sacrifice　of　his　would　be
  allowed　to　atone　for　his　past　errors。　He　hoped　so；　and　put　up　a
  petition　to　that　effect；　for　himself　and　for　Benita；　and　for　all　the
  poor　people　who　had　gone　before；　hurled　from　their　pleasure　into　the
  halls　of　Death。
  So　he　floated　on　while　the　boom　of　the　breakers　grew　ever　nearer；
  companioned　by　his　wild；　fretful　thoughts；　till　at　length　what　he　took
  to　be　a　shark　appeared　quite　close　to　him；　and　in　the　urgency　of　the
  moment　he　gave　up　wondering。　It　proved　to　be　only　a　piece　of　wood；　but
  later　on　a　real　shark　did　come；　for　he　saw　its　back　fin。　However；　this
  cruel　creature　was　either　gorged　or　timid；　for　when　he　splashed　upon
  the　water　and　shouted；　it　went　away；　to　return　no　more。
  Now；　at　length；　Robert　entered　upon　the　deep　hill　and　valley　swell
  which　preceded　the　field　of　the　rollers。　Suddenly　he　shot　down　a
  smooth　slope；　and　without　effort　of　his　own　found　himself　borne　up　an
  opposing　steep；　from　the　crest　of　which　he　had　a　view　of　white　lines
  of　foam；　and　beyond　them　of　a　dim　and　rocky　shore。　At　one　spot；　a
  little　to　his　right；　the　foam　seemed　thinner　and　the　line　of　cliff　to
  be　broken；　as　though　here　there　was　a　cleft。　For　this　cleft；　then；　he
  steered　his　plank；　taking　the　swell　obliquely；　which　by　good　fortune
  the　set　of　the　tide　enabled　him　to　do　without　any　great　exertion。
  The　valleys　grew　deeper；　and　the　tops　of　the　opposing　ridges　were
  crested　with　foam。　He　had　entered　the　rollers；　and　the　struggle　for
  life　began。　Before　him　they　rushed　solemn　and　mighty。　Viewed　from　some
  safe　place　even　the　sight　of　these　combers　is　terrible；　as　any　who
  have　watched　them　from　this　coast；　or　from　that　of　the　Island　of
  Ascension；　can　bear　witness。　What　their　aspect　was　to　this　shipwrecked
  man；　supported　by　a　single　plank；　may　therefore　be　imagined；　seen；　as
  he　saw　them；　in　the　mysterious　moonlight　and　in　utter　loneliness。　Yet
  his　spirit　rose　to　meet　the　dread　emergency；　if　he　were　to　die；　he
  would　die　fighting。　He　had　grown　cold　and　tired；　but　now　the　chill　and
  weariness　left　him；　he　felt　warm　and　strong。　From　the　crest　of　one　of
  the　high　rollers　he　thought　he　saw　that　about　half　a　mile　away　from
  him　a　little　river　ran　down　the　centre　of　the　gorge；　and　for　the　mouth
  of　this　river　he　laid　his　course。
  At　first　all　went　well。　He　was　borne　up　the　seas；　he　slid　down　the
  seas　in　a　lather　of　white　foam。　Presently　the　rise　and　fall　grew
  steeper；　and　the　foam　began　to　break　over　his　head。　Robert　could　no
  longer　guide　himself；　he　must　go　as　he　was　carried。　Then　in　an　instant
  he　was　carried　into　a　hell　of　waters　where；　had　it　not　been　for　his
  lifebelt　and　the　plank；　he　must　have　been　beaten　down　and　have
  perished。　As　it　was；　now　he　was　driven　into　the　depths；　and　now　he
  emerged　upon　their　surface　to　hear　their　seething　hiss　around　him；　and
  above　it　all　a　continuous　boom　as　of　great　gunsthe　boom　of　the
  breaking　seas。
  The　plank　was　almost　twisted　from　his　grasp；　but　he　clung　to　it
  desperately；　although　its　edges　tore　his　arms。　When　the　rollers　broke
  over　him　he　held　his　breath；　and　when　he　was　tossed　skywards　on　their
  curves；　drew　it　again　in　quick；　sweet　gasps。　Now　he　sat　upon　the　very
  brow　of　one　of　them　as　a　merman　might；　now　he　dived　like　a　dolphin；
  and　now；　just　as　his　senses　were　leaving　him；　his　feet　touched　bottom。
  Another　moment　and　Robert　was　being　rolled　along　that　bottom　with　a
  weight　on　him　like　the　weight　of　mountains。　The　plank　was　rent　from
  him；　but　his　cork　jacket　brought　him　up。　The　backwash　drew　him　with　it
  into　deeper　water；　where　he　lay　helpless　and　despairing；　for　he　no
  longer　had　any　strength　to　struggle　against　his　doom。
  Then　it　was　that　there　came　a　mighty　roller；　bigger　than　any　that　he
  had　seensuch　a　one　as　on　that　coast　the　Kaffirs　call　〃a　father　of
  waves。〃　It　caught　him　in　the　embrace　of　its　vast　green　curve。　It　bore
  him　forward　as　though　he　were　but　a　straw；　far　forward　over　the
  stretch　of　cruel　rocks。　It　broke　in　thunder；　dashing　him　again　upon
  the　stones　and　sand　of　the　little　river　bar；　rolling　him　along　with
  its　resistless　might；　till　even　that　might　was　exhausted；　and　its　foam
  began　to　return　seawards；　sucking　him　with　it。
  Robert's　mind　was　almost　gone；　but　enough　of　it　remained　to　tell　him
  that　if　once　more　he　was　dragged　into　the　deep　water　he　must　be　lost。
  As　the　current　haled　him　along　he　gripped　at　the　bottom　with　his
  hands；　and　by　the　mercy　of　Heaven　they　closed　on　something。　It　may
  have　been　a　tree…stump　embedded　there；　or　a　rockhe　never　knew。　At
  least；　it　was　firm；　and　to　it　he　hung　despairingly。　Would　that　rush
  never　cease？　His　lungs　were　bursting；　he　must　let　go！　Oh！　the　foam　was
  thinning；　his　head　was　above　it　now；　now　it　had　departed；　leaving　him
  like　a　stranded　fish　upon　the　shingle。　For　half　a　minute　or　more　he
  lay　there　gasping；　then　looked　behind　him　to　see　another　comber
  approaching　through　the　gloom。　He　struggled　to　his　feet；　fell；　rose
  again；　and　ran；　or　rather；　staggered　forward　with　that　tigerish　water
  hissing　at　his　heels。　Forward；　still　forward；　till　he　was　beyond　its
  reachyes；　on　dry　sand。　Then　his　vital　forces　failed　him；　one　of　his
  legs　gave　way；　and；　bleeding　from　a　hundred　hurts；　he　fell　heavily
  onto　his　face；　and　there　was　still。
  The　boat　in　which　Benita　lay；　being　so　deep　in　the　water；　proved　very
  hard　to　row　against　the　tide；　for　the　number　of　its　passengers
  encumbered　the　oarsmen。　After　a　while　a　light　off　land　breeze　sprang
  up；　as　here　it　often　does　towards　morning；　and　the　officer；　Thompson；
  determined　to　risk　hoisting　the　sail。　Accordingly　this　was　donewith
  some　difficulty；　for　the　mast　had　to　be　drawn　out　and　shipped
  although　the　women　screamed　as　the　weight　of　the　air　bent　their　frail
  craft　over　till　the　gunwale　was　almost　level　with　the　water。
  〃Anyone　who　moves　shall　be　thrown　overboard！〃　said　the　officer；　who
  steered；　after　which　they　were　quiet。
  Now　they　made　good　progress　seawards；　but　the　anxieties　of　those　who
  knew　were　very　great；　since　the　wind　showed　signs　of　rising；　and　if
  any　swell　should　spring　up　that　crowded　cutter　could　scarcely　hope　to
  live。　In　fact；　two　hours　later　they　were　forced　to　lower　the　sail
  again　and　drift；　waiting　for　the　dawn。　Mr。　Thompson　strove　to　cheer
  them；　saying　that　now　they　were　in　the　track　of　vessels；　and　if　they
  could　see　none　when　the　light　came；　he　would　run　along　the　shore　in
  the　hope　of　finding　a　place　free　of　breakers　where　they　might　land。　If
  they　did　not　inspire　hope；　at　least　his　words　calmed　them；　and　they
  sat　in　heavy　silence；　watching　the　sky。
  At　length　it　grew　grey；　and　then；