Scott approved the suggestion, and the cheers were given with a will, and
repeated by the crew of the first cutter, not far behind. They were
returned from the ship; and the voices included those who belonged in the
cabin, as well as the officers, seamen, and waiters, while the ladies,
clinging to the rails of the promenade, vigorously waved their
handkerchiefs, as the sun rose clear from the eastern waves, though it soon
disappeared in the clouds. It was evident to the officers that the gale was
breaking; or perhaps, as the commander put it, the ship was running out of
it.

Each of the boats got under the lee in turn; the falls were hooked on, and
both cutters were hoisted up to their davits, as they had come from the
scene of their exploits. Mr. Gaskette was directed to get the ship on her
course again; and Captain Ringgold went aft to welcome the shipwrecked
mariners, or whatever they were.

The seamen assisted the dripping passengers to the deck; and the masculine
tenants of the state-cabin crept along the life-lines to take part in the
scene, or at least to witness it. As the steamer was headed to the
eastward, the second cutter was the first to be hoisted up. The first
person to be assisted to the deck was Lord Tremlyn, though those who had
saved him were not yet aware of his quality. The commander extended his
hand to him, and it was cordially grasped.

"I congratulate you, sir, on your escape from the wreck of your ship," said
he. "I thank God most earnestly that we have been able to save all your
party. I hope none were lost before we made you out on the wreck."

"Not one, Captain; and I join with you in reverent gratitude to Him who
rules the sea in calm and storm, for our preservation from certain death,