Life and limb seemed to be not worth caring for; men fairly hurled themselves from the steamer into the boats, quite careless as to whether they landed on hands or feet, or anyhow.

Fullerton exclaimed-- "Just to think that of all those splendid, plucky smacksmen, we haven't got one yet! I've been using the glass, and can't see a face that I know.

How can we?
We haven't funds, and we cannot send vessels out." Miss Dearsley's education was being rapidly completed.

Her strong, quick intelligence was catching the significance of everything she saw.

The smack with the lost mainsail was drawing near, and the doctor was ready to go, when a boat with four men came within safe distance of the schooner's side.
"Can you give us any assistance, sir?
Our mate's badly wounded--seems to a' lost his senses like, and don't understand." A deadly pale man was stretched limply on the top of a pile of fish-boxes.