"I can only thank the good God who has brought you back to me." I made no effort to say more; I could only lie in silence and gaze up at her, pressing the hands resting so frankly within my own.

Indeed, we needed no words in that hour; our hearts had spoken, and thenceforward we were one.
Suddenly the heavy boat lurched beneath us, to some quick impetus that sent a shudder through every inch of it; and I heard a heavy splash alongside, which instantly brought me upright, anxiously grasping the rail.
"May Heaven help him!" cried Burns excitedly, and pointing out at the black waters.

"The Frenchman has gone overboard!" "Overboard ?" I echoed, striving to regain my feet.

"Did he fall ?" "Fall?
No; it was a dive off the back seat here.

Save me! but he went into it like a gull." We sought for him long and vainly, peering over those dark swirling waters, calling his name aloud, and striking flint on steel in hope to guide him by the spark.