Part 5 (1/2)

But Mrs Tods was tenderly lifted over the side and placed in the powerful arms of the sailor. Her sons instantly set up a howl and rushed towards her. But Mr Bright had antic.i.p.ated this also, and, with the aid of a seaman, arrested them. Meanwhile, the signal having been given, the men on the land pulled in the cradle, and Mrs Tods went shrieking over the hissing billows to the sh.o.r.e. A few minutes more and out came the cradle again.

”Now, then, for the two `darlings',” growled the mate.

They were forcibly put over the side and sent howling to their mother.

After them went Mrs Pods, who, profiting by the experience of her friend, made no resistance. This however, was more than counterbalanced by the struggles of _her_ three treasures, who immediately followed.

But the shades of evening were now falling, and it was with an anxious feeling at his heart that the mate surveyed the cl.u.s.ter of human beings who had yet to be saved, while each roaring wave that struck the wreck seemed about to break it up.

Suddenly there arose a cry of joy, and, looking seaward, the bright white and blue form of the lifeboat was seen coming in like an angel of light on the crests of the foaming seas.

We may not stay to describe what followed in detail. The lifeboat's anchor was let go to windward of the wreck, and the cable paid out until the boat forged under the vessel's lee, where it heaved on the boiling foam so violently that it was difficult to prevent it being stove in, and still more difficult to get the women and children pa.s.sed on board.

Soon the lifeboat was full--as full as she could hold--and many pa.s.sengers yet remained to be rescued.

The officer in charge of the mail-bags had got them up under the shelter of the companion-hatch ready to be put into the boat, but human life was of more value than letters--ay, even than diamonds.

”Now, then, one other lady. Only room for one,” roared the mate, who stood with pistol in hand near the gangway.

Miss Gentle tried to get to the front, but Lady Tower stepped in before her.

”Never mind, little woman,” said Mr Bright, encouragingly, ”the rocket apparatus is still at work, and the wreck seems hard and fast on the reef. You'll get off next trip.”

”But I can't bear to think of going by that awful thing,” said Miss Gentle, shuddering and sheltering herself from the blinding spray under the lee of Bright's large and powerful body.

”Well, then,” he returned, cheerfully, ”the lifeboat will soon return; you'll go ash.o.r.e with the mails.”

Mr Bright was right about the speedy return of the lifeboat with her gallant crew, who seemed to rejoice in danger as if in the presence of a familiar friend, but he was wrong about the wreck being hard and fast.

The rising tide s.h.i.+fted her a little, and drove her a few feet farther in. When the other women and children were got into the boat, Mr Bright, who stood near the mail-bags looking anxiously at them, left his position for a moment to a.s.sist Miss Gentle to the gangway. She had just been safely lowered when a tremendous wave lifted the wreck and hurled it so far over the reef that the fore part of the vessel was submerged in a pool of deep water lying between it and the sh.o.r.e.

Mr Bright looked back and saw the hatchway disappearing. He made a desperate bound towards it, but was met by the rush of the crew, who now broke through the discipline that was no longer needed, and jumped confusedly into the lifeboat on the sea, carrying Bright along with them. On recovering his feet he saw the s.h.i.+p make a final plunge forward and sink to the bottom, so that nothing was left above water but part of the two funnels. The splendid lifeboat was partly drawn down, but not upset. She rose again like a cork, and in a few seconds freed herself from water through the discharging tubes in her bottom. The men struggling in the water were quickly rescued, and the boat, having finished her n.o.ble work, made for the sh.o.r.e amid cheers of triumph and joy.

Among all the pa.s.sengers in that lifeboat there was only one whose visage expressed nothing but unutterable woe.

”Why, Mr Bright,” said Miss Gentle, who clung to one of the thwarts beside him, and was struck by his appearance, ”you seem to have broken down all at once. What has happened?”

”The mail-bags!” groaned Mr Bright.

”Why do you take so deep an interest in the mails?” asked Miss Gentle.

”Because I happen to be connected with the post-office; and though I have no charge of them, I can't bear to see them lost,” said Mr Bright with another groan, as he turned his eyes wistfully--not to the sh.o.r.e, at which all on board were eagerly gazing--but towards the wreck of the Royal Mail steamer _Trident_, the top of whose funnels rose black and defiant in the midst of the raging waves.

CHAPTER SIX.

TREATS OF POVERTY, PRIDE, AND FIDELITY.

Behind a very fas.h.i.+onable square in a very unfas.h.i.+onable little street, in the west end of London, dwelt Miss Sarah Lillycrop.

That lady's portion in this life was a scanty wardrobe, a small apartment, a remarkably limited income, and a tender, religious spirit.

From this it will be seen that she was rich as well as poor.