No, there is no hope!" While he spoke the missionary's eyes were closed, and his lips moved as if in silent prayer.

Seizing Gascoyne nervously by the arm, he said; "You cannot tell that there is no hope.

That is known only to One who has encouraged us to 'hope against hope.' Henry is a stout youth and a good swimmer.

He may succeed in clinging to some portion of the wreck." "True, true," cried Gascoyne, eagerly grasping at this hope, slight though it was.

"Come; we waste time.