"I have given myself up, and you are bound to prevent my escaping." Henry was perplexed by this reply.

In the enthusiasm of his awakened pity he had for a moment forgotten the pirate in the penitent.

Before he could reply, however, the cutter struck violently on a rock, and an exclamation of alarm and surprise burst from the crew, most of whom were assembled on deck.
"Silence!" cried Gascoyne, in a deep, sonorous tone, that was wonderfully different from that in which he had just been speaking to Henry; "get out the boat.

Arm yourselves, and jump in.

There is no time to lose." "The cutter is hard and fast," said Henry; "if this squall does not come on, or if it turns out to be a light one, we may get her off." "Perhaps we may, but I have little hope of that," returned Gascoyne.
"Now, lads, are you all in the boat?
Come, Henry, get in at once." "I will remain here,", said Henry.
"For what end ?" said Gascoyne, in surprise.
"The cutter belongs to a friend; I do _not_ choose to forsake her in this off-hand manner." "But nothing can save her, Henry." "Perhaps not.