Part 8 (1/2)

While Jack was making these remarks, he was looking out to try and get some smaller pieces of timber to serve, he said, as paddles. At length they came up with a floating spar--for it must be understood that they were moving faster through the water than the other pieces of wreck, owing to their bodies holding the wind and serving as sails. Jack managed to secure this prize, and Bill directly afterwards got hold of a piece of board. As the water was smoother the farther they got away from the reef, they were the better able to use these paddles, not being obliged to cling any longer to the ring-bolt. As they advanced, the shadowy forms of the trees appeared before them, becoming at length sufficiently distinct to a.s.sure them that an island was at no great distance. A surf, however, broke on the sh.o.r.e, though it did not appear to be very dangerous. They could just see a sandy beach, a few feet high only, with a grove of tall trees. At length, hurried on by the gale, and by their own exertions, the raft reached the beach, when a sea striking it washed them off, though happily they were thrown sufficiently high up the sand to enable them to gain their feet and scramble up out of the way of the succeeding sea.

Suns.h.i.+ne Bill did not forget to whom he was indebted for his preservation, and falling on his knees, to the surprise of his companions, he offered up a short thanksgiving for his safety.

”And I am sure we ought to be thankful too,” said Jack, imitating his example.

”And I wish you would just say a word for me,” said Tommy. ”I am not much accustomed to pray--I never learnt.”

”Oh! Tommy,” said Bill, ”it doesn't require practice. G.o.d doesn't care about the words. Just thank Him from your heart, and never mind how you speak your thanks.”

”I say, Jack, let us look out and see if we cannot help some of the other fellows,” said Bill, as he rose from his knees. ”Maybe they will come ash.o.r.e more exhausted than we are, and perhaps not be able to help themselves out of the water.”

Jack and the two boys stood looking out over the lagoon. They could see the white wall of foam as it rose over the reef, and between it and them could distinguish several floating objects, but whether human beings or pieces of the wreck, it was hard to tell.

CHAPTER TEN.

Suns.h.i.+ne Bill and his two companions stood for some time watching the objects they had seen floating in the lagoon.

”Yes, I'm sure there's a man there!” exclaimed Bill. ”Let us shout to him: he will hear us, maybe, and it will keep up his spirits.”

They raised their voices in a hearty cheer. A faint answer came back.

”I thought so,” cried Bill; ”but the man, whoever he is, must be tired, and the cheer did him good. I have a great mind to go off and help him on sh.o.r.e.”

”No, no, Bill,” said Jack, ”I'll do that. I am stronger than you are, and we cannot afford to risk losing you.”

Saying this, Jack, rus.h.i.+ng into the water, boldly swam off through the surf towards the man they had seen. He soon got up to him, but only just in time to find him relaxing his hold of the timber he had been clinging to.

”Come, mate, whoever you are,” said Jack, as he saw him; ”hold on, and I'll help tow you ash.o.r.e.”

Bill and Tommy ran into the surf to help them as they landed. The other man was so exhausted that he could scarcely lift himself on his feet.

”It's old Grim!” cried Bill, as he saw him. ”Well, I am glad he has escaped.”

Tommy made them no answer, as he had not forgotten the many rope's-endings old Grim had from time to time given him. They got him up and seated him on the beach. He soon recovered his strength sufficiently to speak.

”Thank you, mates, thank you,” he growled out. ”And I say, Bill, I told you ill-luck was coming. What have you got to say to it?”

”That I am very thankful we have escaped with our lives,” answered Bill.

”And so we ought to be; and I have no doubt that He who has helped us thus far will help us still farther. That is all I have got to say now.

But hurrah! Surely there's somebody else floating out there on a bit of timber. Jack, look! I am right, am I not?”

”Yes, Bill, and I wish I was a better swimmer than I am; I would go off and help him. But old Grim cost me a good tussle, and I don't feel quite as if I could manage it again just now.”

Jack, in truth, had been considerably exhausted in coming through the surf, and had now to sit down and rest himself. Meantime they kept watching the surface of the lagoon, in the hopes that more of their s.h.i.+pmates might have escaped. Bill was most concerned about Mr Collinson.

”Oh dear! Oh dear! If he should be drowned,” he said to himself over and over again. ”That poor young lady! It will break her heart--I know it will, for all that she looked so bright and spirited.” Suddenly Bill started up. ”Come along, Tommy; come along, Jack. I am sure I heard a shout a little way along the sh.o.r.e. It is there where the pieces of wreck are now drifting.”

Grimshaw was too tired to move, but Jack and Tommy followed Bill, who ran along the beach to a point towards which a large bit of timber was drifting. There was a man on it. He again shouted as they approached.

”Ay, ay! We'll help you!” cried Bill.