The boat was cast loose. An instant after the engine bells tinkled: ‘Full speed ahead.’
Mrs. Stonehouse had no eyes but for her child, except for one other. When Harold leaped down from the rail she rushed at him, all those around instinctively making way for her. She flung her arms around him and kissed him, and then before he could stop her sank to her knees at his feet, and taking his hand kissed it. Harold was embarrassed beyond all thinking. He tried to take away his hand, but she clung tight to it.
‘No, no!’ she cried. ‘You saved my child!’
Harold was a gentleman and a kindly one. He said no word till she had risen, still holding his hand, when he said quietly:
‘There! there! Don’t cry. I was only too happy to be of service. Any other man on board would have done the same. I was the nearest, and therefore had to be first. That was all!’
Mr. Stonehouse came to him and said as he grasped Harold’s hand so hard that his fingers ached:
‘I cannot thank you as I would. But you are a man and will understand. God be good to you as you have been good to my child; and to her mother and myself!’ As he turned away Pearl, who had now been holding close to her mother’s hand, sprang to him holding up her arms. He raised her up and kissed her. Then he placed her back in her mother’s arms.
All at once she broke down as the recollection of danger swept back upon her. ‘Oh, Mother! Mother!’ she cried, with a long, low wail, which touched every one of her hearers to the heart’s core.
‘The hot blankets are all ready. Come, there is not a moment to be lost. I’ll be with you when I have seen the men attended to!’
So the mother, holding her in her arms and steadied by two seamen lest she should slip on the wet and slippery deck, took the child below.