"Safe as St. Paul's. We know where we are now. We have made Cape
Safety Lighthouse. Go to bed and sleep easy. I'm going now. Come
along, Jeanie," said the doctor to his old wife.

"Not until I have shaken hands with this good young gentleman. I
don't know what would have become of us, doctor, after you
frightened us so badly, if it had not been for him. He stayed with
us and kept up our hearts. God bless you, young sir!" said Mrs. Dr.
Kerr, fervently pressing Ishmael's hands.

Ishmael himself was glad to go to rest; so he only stopped long
enough to bid good-night to Judge Merlin and Mr. Brudenell, who had
just awakened to a sense of security, and then he went to his
stateroom and turned in.

Thoroughly wearied in mind and body, he had no sooner touched his
pillow than he fell into a deep sleep--a sleep that annihilated
several hours of time.

He slept until he was aroused by a tremendous shock--a shock that
threw him, strong, heavy, athletic man as he was, from his stateroom
berth to the cabin floor. He was on his feet in a moment, though
stunned, confused, and amazed. The poor ship was shuddering
throughout her whole frame like a living creature in the agony of
death.

Men who had been violently thrown from their berths to the floor
were everywhere picking themselves up and trying to collect their
scattered senses. Crowds were hurrying from the cabins and saloons