“The Lord Gave, and...”
“Boat ahoy! Whoever you are—this way—boat!”
“Ahoy!” came back from three-quarters—from two different points in the harbour, and from out to sea.
Then came another whistle from far back on the other side of the harbour, and in a shrill voice from between his hands Uncle Luke yelled:
“Leslie, another boat, man, for the love of heaven!”
“Here! you there, sir! the nearest boat—quick, pull!” roared the detective in stentorian tones. “Have you no light?”
“Ay, ay,” came back; and a lantern that had been hidden under a tarpaulin coat shone out, dimly showing the boat’s whereabouts.
“That’s right; pull, my lads, off here. Man overboard off the rocks. This way.”
An order was given in the boat, and her course was altered.
“No, no,” cried the officer; “this way, my lads, this way.”