Weak as I was, I sprang to my feet and followed.
Good heavens! what did I see?
Two sailors, half naked, stooped over something that lay on the sand between them, What, who was it?
I cried; and the crowd made way for me as I fought my way to the place.
Two figures lay there; the smaller locked in the arms of his protector! But dead or living?
Oh, if I could but hear some voice say they were not dead! Another person was kneeling over them beside me.

Even in that moment of confusion and terror I could recognise his voice as that of the Parkhurst doctor.
"Look after this one here," he said; "he has a broken arm.

Carry up the little fellow to the cottage." Then I knew Charlie was dead! It was weeks before I was sufficiently recovered in body or mind to hear more than I knew.

Then the doctor told me:-- "Hall is getting better.

He broke his arm in two places, trying to shield the boy from the rocks.