He had been watching the scene for some time.

Now he came quickly to her.
"Is it the very man ?" he asked her, jerking a finger towards the struggling figures in the sea.
"Yes, oh yes," she replied, nodding her head piteously.

"God tells my heart it is." Her father drew near and interposed.
"Let us kneel and pray for two dying men," said he, and straightway knelt upon the sand.
"By St.Martin, we've better medicine than that, apothecary!" said Lempriere of Rozel loudly, and, turning round, summoned two serving-men.
"Launch my strong boat," he added.

"We will pick these gentlemen from the brine, or know the end of it all." The men hurried gloomily to the long-boat, ran her down to the shore and into the surf.
"You are going--you are going to save him, dear Seigneur ?" asked the girl tremulously.
"To save him--that's to be seen, mistress," answered Lempriere, and advanced to the fishermen.

By dint of hard words, and as hearty encouragement and promises, he got a half-dozen strong sailors to man the boat.
A moment after, they were all in.