Now lend me your own hand." "My strength fails me," gasped the fugitive.

"I cannot climb the boat.
Take my child to--it is--oh God!--I am sinking--take it--take it!" "Where ?" shouted Wood.
Darrell attempted to reply.

But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation.

The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more.
Rowland, meantime, alarmed by the voices, snatched a torch from his attendant, and holding it over the side of the wherry, witnessed the incident just described.
"Confusion!" cried he; "there is another boat in our wake.

They have rescued the child.