whined another.
"He's awa," groaned Liston, "he's doon!" "No! he's up again," cried Lord Ipsden; "but I fear he can't live till the boat comes to him." The fisherman and the viscount held on by each other.
"He does na see her, or maybe he'd tak hairt." "I'd give ten thousand pounds if only he could see her.

My God, the man will be drowned under our eyes.

If he but saw her!!!" The words had hardly left Lord Ipsden's lips, when the sound of a woman's voice came like an AEolian note across the water.
"Hurraih!" roared Liston, and every creature joined the cheer.
"She'll no let him dee.

Ah! she's in the bows, hailing him an' waving the lad's bonnet ower her head to gie him coorage.

Gude bless ye, lass; Gude bless ye!" Christie knew it was no use hailing him against the wind, but the moment she got the wind she darted into the bows, and pitched in its highest key her full and brilliant voice; after a moment of suspense she received proof that she must be heard by him, for on the pier now hung men and women, clustered like bees, breathless with anxiety, and the moment after she hailed the drowning man, she saw and heard a wild yell of applause burst from the pier, and the pier was more distant than the man.