The sight of Wardour's face had petrified her.
The minutes passed, and there rose a sudden burst of cheering from the sailors on the beach, near the spot where the fishermen's boats were drawn up.

Every man left his work.

Every man waved his cap in the air.
The passengers, near at hand, caught the infection of enthusiasm, and joined the crew.

A moment more, and Richard Wardour appeared again in the doorway, carrying a man in his arms.

He staggered, breathless with the effort that he was making, to the place where Clara stood, held up in Mrs.Crayford's arms.
"Saved, Clara!" he cried.