"I promised to keep him alive, for that little wife of his, and when he took a turn for the worse I had to assume desperate chances--which won out." Meantime the big Belgian woman and her children had been helped up the ladder by Henderson, who stood respectfully by, awaiting orders for their disposal.

The mother had her eye on the shore and was scowling steadily upon it when little Maurie came on deck and strolled toward Mr.
Merrick to greet him on his return.

Indeed, he had approached to within a dozen feet of the group when the woman at the rail suddenly turned and saw him.
"Aha--mon Henri!" she cried and made a dash toward him with outstretched arms.
"Clarette!" Maurie stopped short; he grew pallid; he trembled.

But he did not await her coming.

With a howl that would have shamed a wild Indian he leaped upon the rail and made a dive into the water below.
Even as her engulfing arms closed around the spot where he had stood, there was a splash and splutter that drew everyone to the side to watch the little Belgian swim frantically to the docks.
The woman grabbed a child with either arm and held them up.
"See!" she cried.