Then, by this marvelous beacon, they had scraped between the rocks and into safety.

Clearly it was a miracle, and young Captain Whyte felt a deep and devout gratitude.

He had then sent one of his best officers ashore to see the man who had saved them, and, meanwhile, he had stood by, watching through his glasses.
He saw the man of the island get into the boat with Lanham and approach the sloop.

The storm had now sunk much, and it was not difficult to come aboard, but Captain Whyte, still intensely curious, but with a proper sense of his own dignity, withdrew to his cabin where he might receive the lord of the isle in state.
He rose politely, and then stared at the tall youth who came in with Lieutenant Lanham, the water running from his clothes.

Yet the stranger had a dignity fully equal to his own, and there was also something very uncommon about him, a look of strength and confidence extraordinary in one so young.
"Won't you sit down ?" said Captain Whyte.
Robert glanced at his clothes.
"I bring the storm with me," he said--he often spoke in the language that he had unconsciously imbibed in much reading of the Elizabethans.
"Never mind that.