I say it again: he that loseth his life shall gain it." Incredible as it may sound, in half an hour more he was lying fast asleep on that wave-tossed raft, and Hilda and I were watching him tenderly.

And it seemed to us as we watched him that a change had come over those stern and impassive features.

They had softened and melted until his face was that of a gentler and better type.

It was as if some inward change of soul was moulding the fierce old Professor into a nobler and more venerable man.
Day after day we drifted on, without food or water.

The agony was terrible; I will not attempt to describe it, for to do so is to bring it back too clearly to my memory.