CHAPTER XXVI.
SALVAGE.
One of the masons lowered himself into the pool, and thrusting an arm beneath the ore-weed, began to grope.
"He's pinned here.

The rock's right on top of him." Taffy examined the rock.

It weighed fifteen tons if an ounce; but there were fresh and deep scratches upon it.

He pointed these out to the men, who looked and felt them with their hands and stared at the subsiding waves, trying to bring their minds to the measure of the spent gale.
"Here, I must get out of this!" said the man in the pool, as a small wave dashed in and sent its spray over his bowed shoulders.
"You ban't going to leave en ?" wailed the sailor.

"You ban't going to leave my brother Sam ?" He was a small, fussy man, with red whiskers; and even his sorrow gave him little dignity.