desisted from his work with a curse. The Roanoke was moving
slowly.

The rowers rested, but the young man shouted at them to begin
again, and, seizing a boat-hook, stuck it into the arms of his
coat. He waved this on high while the men redoubled their efforts.
For many moments they hung in suspense, watching the black hull as
it gathered speed, and then, as they were about to cease their
effort, a puff of steam burst from its whistle and the next moment
a short toot of recognition reached them. Glenister wiped the
moisture from his brow and grinned at Wheaton.

A quarter of an hour later, as they lay heaving below the ship's
steel sides, he thrust a heavy buckskin sack into the lawyer's
hand.

"There's money to win the fight, Bill. I don't know how much, but
it's enough. God bless you. Hurry back!"

A sailor cast them a whirling rope, up which Wheaton clambered;
then, tying the gripsack to its end, they sent it after.

"Important!" the young man yelled at the officer on the bridge.
"Government business." He heard a muffled clang in the engine-
room, the thrash of the propellers followed, and the big ship
glided past.

As Glenister dragged himself up the beach, upon landing, Helen
Chester called to him, and made room for him beside her. It had
never been necessary to call him to her side before; and equally