with Elizabeth Raklev. As he glanced hurriedly back, the two light-dots
again appeared. He had seen them too often before to be mistaken, and he
shouted over his shoulder to the captain, who noticed them now for the
first time, "Those lights behind to leeward are from old Jacob's hearth
on Torungen!"

"Are you sure of that?" muttered Beck, coming nearer to him at the same
time over the sloping deck with the help of a rope. "If they are, it
will not be long before we are dashed to atoms on the rocks."

A conversation ensued between them, in which Salvé declared that he had
known the water under Torungen from childhood as well as he did his
father's garden; and the upshot was that Beck, pale and hesitating,
determined to go in under land with him as pilot.

"It is much that is being intrusted this night to two young shoulders,"
said he; "and see you think twice, young man, both for your own life's
sake and ours."

They kept away then, and stood in under land with the least sail they
could carry in the tremendous sea that was now breaking in their wake,
and soon the thunder of the breakers became audible.

Salvé was pale, but perfectly calm, as he stood there with the
speaking-trumpet, after having taken over the command, and with the
captain and mate by his side. But all of a sudden great beads of
perspiration came out on his forehead. There was something curiously
irregular about the light. It had become dim and red, and then seemed to
go out altogether. Had he by any possibility made a mistake? and was he
now sailing the Juno with all on board straight for the rocks?