swiftly that it was less than thirty yards out when the castaways came
flying out the rocky slope of the cliff foot and scrambled down to the
water's edge.

Lord James sprang up and waved his yachting cap.

"Miss Leslie!--Tom, old man!" he joyously hailed them. "You're safe!--
both safe!"

"Good Lord! That you, Jimmy?" shouted back the man, "Well, of all the
--Hey! down brakes! 'Ware rocks!"

At the warning, the boat's crew backed water and came on inshore with
more caution. Without stopping to ask her permission, the man caught
up the panting, excited girl in his arms, and waded out to meet the
boat.

"That's near enough. Swing round," he ordered.

The boat came about and backed in a length, to where he stood thigh-
deep in the still water, with the blushing girl upraised on his broad
shoulder. Lord James again lifted his cap. His bow could not have been
more formal and respectful had the meeting occurred in the queen's
drawing-room.

"Miss Leslie! This is a very great pleasure, 'pon my word! But you've
overheated yourself. You should not have run," he remonstrated. As
Blake lifted her in over the stern, he deftly unfolded the silk
dustcoat and held it open for her." Permit me--No need of such haste,
y'know. I assure you, we're not so strict as to our hour of sailing."