A rocket rushes up and curls in triumph over the cliffs.

No one on board can be more exultant than Mr.Michael Boyton.

Yet he coolly calls through the speaking trumpet, 'Come back now.

That will do for to- night!' "The rocky strip of beach on which the Captain has landed is in Fan Bay, a hundred yards or so west of South Foreland Lights.

There from he is speedily rowed to the steamer.