Day was now dawning, and by its faint light they discerned the little boat upon the sands, and the vessel standing off a short distance from the shore.
Malcolm, leaving the horse to his fate, placed Eudora in the boat, pushed it off, took up the pair of oars, and rowed rapidly to the vessel.
The captain was on deck, ready to receive his passengers, whom he had been led to believe were only a pair of “true lovers” running away to be married.
“Poor young lady, but she is dreadfully faint,” he said, as he received Eudora from Malcolm’s arms, and bore her into the cabin, where he laid her gently upon the berths.
“She is; but rest and safety will restore her. When can you sail?”
“This instant! the tide has turned.”
“Up anchor!” shouted the captain, hurrying upon deck.
The anchor was raised, the canvas was unfurled to the breeze, and the little vessel sailed away upon the blue sea.
CHAPTER XXXI.
ANNELLA’S RETURN.
“For the soul of a sinner