Oh, grandpapa, take me away, I can't look at it." "There's someone going out to save him, Aggie.

Listen to the cheer." Aggie looked again.
"Oh, grandpapa, stop him, stop him!" she cried, "it's James." But at the same moment the plunge was made, and the figure lost to sight.
Aggie threw her arms round her grandfather, and hid her face.
"I can't look, I can't look," she cried.

"Tell me about it." "There, he is up; bravo!" the squire exclaimed, almost as excited as she was.

"He has dived again, dear,"-- then, after a pause--"there he is close to him.

He has got him, Aggie! Now he is waving his hand; now they are tightening the rope; now he is waving his hand again, and they are waiting.