I tells yer I heard her voice--I heard it twice screaming for help.

If you put the boat about, by Goad when I get ashore I'll kill yer, ye lubbers--old man as I am I'll kill yer, if I swing for it!" This determined sentiment produced a marked effect upon the boat's crew; there were eight of them altogether.

They did not put the boat about, they only lay upon their oars and kept her head to the seas.
The old man in the bow peered out into the gloom.

He was shaking, not with cold but with agitation.
Presently he turned his head with a yell.
"Give way--give way! there's something on the wave." The men obeyed with a will.
"Back," he roared again--"back water!" They backed, and the boat answered, but nothing was to be seen.
"She's gone! Oh, Goad, she's gone!" groaned the old man.

"You may put about now, lads, and the Lord's will be done." The light from the lantern fell in a little ring upon the seething water.