But, now that Katy was indeed dead, how did he feel?
Charlton and Gray had paddled hard with crooked limbs, the boat was unmanageable, and they could with difficulty keep her in her coarse.

As they neared the capsized boat, they saw that the raft had taken the people from it, and Albert heard the voice--there could be no mistake as to the voice, weak and shivering as it was--of Isa Marlay, calling to him from the raft: "We are all safe.

Go and save Katy and--him!" "There they air!" said Gray, pointing to two heads just visible above the water.

"Pull away, by thunder!" And the two half-exhausted young men swung the boat round, and rowed.

How they longed for the good oars that had sent the "Pirate's Bride" driving through the water that afternoon! How they grudged the time spent in righting her when she veered to right or left! At last they heard Katy's voice cry out, "Brother Albert!" "O God!" groaned Charlton, and bent himself to his oar again.
"Alb--" The last cry was half-drowned in the water, and when the boat, with half-a-dozen more strokes, reached the place where Westcott was, so that he was able to seize the side, there was no Kate to be seen.