Fani was saved, too, by another seaman, and both stood shivering with cold and fright, dripping with water, and soaked to the skin, but safe and sound.

The passengers crowded about them.
Suddenly a tall, black-bearded man with angry eyes came toward them.

It was the captain.
"What madness is this ?" he thundered.

"Do you think it is the business of steamboats to look out for little fools of fishermen?
Whose fault would it have been if you had been run down and drowned ?" But as he looked at the two little dripping, miserable figures, his tone softened.
"Bring them below and give them something hot to drink," he said to one of the gaping by-standers.

It was a mercy to get them away from all those staring eyes; they swallowed the steaming contents of the glass that was given them in the cabin without a word, though it burned their throats.