"See, brother!" said James, "there lies the ship; she is beating on the Barnet-reef, sure enough; and yet the moon shines bright through the storm."
"Yes," said Michael; "and could they have got a pilot that knew the coast, they might have been saved. Look! they are putting out boats. See! There are two!"
"Where? where?" asked James: "the white flashing billows dazzle my eyes. I can see but one little black speck dancing among the waves."
"Oh, yes!" said Amy, "even I can see two; but they will never reach the shore. See, there goes down one of them!"
"No, no! I hope not," said James; "it is only hidden for a moment between the high waves."
"I tell you it is gone," said Amy. "Alas! I know that shocking sight too well?—Don't I know what it is to see a boat swallowed by the sea? Come in, boys, or I shall think I see your father again washed on shore at my feet."
"Go you in," said Michael; "but I will stay and see if indeed some one be thrown on shore; for we may give timely help."
As he spoke, he plainly discovered some one struggling with the waves at a little distance. The brothers hastened to the spot just as the man was thrown with violence on the sands by the huge breakers; they seized and dragged him out of the reach of the waves, and Amy ran out of the cottage to help them.
"Is he dead?" said she, fearfully.
"I am afraid," said Michael, "that the waves, in throwing him ashore, have beaten the breath out of him; but he was alive just now, for I saw him struggle with the breakers."