"We shall soon be there," Harry said, at last. "You'll get a glimpse of the house as we skirt this island. Hollo! what's that?" he cried, starting to his feet and running forward.
"It's fire!" said Margaret, putting out her hand for Mrs. Grey's.
"We are near the shore; there is no danger," said Mrs. Grey.
"Why doesn't Harry come back?" asked Margaret. "He ought not to expose himself for Laura's sake. Oh, aunty, see how the flames are rushing between us and him!"
There was great rushing to and fro, the flames spread rapidly; orders were given in a loud voice, above which could be heard the cries of the terrified passengers.
An attempt was made to make for the shore, but the steamer ran aground. Harry made his way through the flames and came to them now, hardly looking like a human being. His hair was singed, his face black and grimy, and at first they did not recognize him or his voice, as he said, hoarsely:
"There isn't a moment to lose! Jump overboard, both of you! I'm a good swimmer; I can save you!"
"I have a son on board!" replied Mrs. Grey. "I cannot seek my own safety till I am sure of his! But if you will kindly take charge of this young lady—"
"Don't you know me, mother?" cried Harry, impatiently. "I tell you there's not a moment to lose!"