Once again down the gorge by which he had before descended. Once more around the rock, battling with the breakers—and again safe in the shelter of the cove.
The shawl-rope flung down from above had been caught by those below; and was for the second time put into requisition.
In like manner was Julia rescued from the danger of drowning!
But the efforts of the rescuer did not end here. His was a gallantry that had nought to do with the colour of the skin.
For the third time his life was imperilled, and the negress stood safe upon the summit of the cliff—to unite with the young ladies in the expression of their gratitude.
“We can never sufficiently thank you,” said she of the bistre-coloured eyes.
“Oh, never!” exclaimed her companion with the irides of azure.
“Another favour, sir,” said the first speaker. “It seems quite a shame to ask it. But we shall be so laughed at if this become known. Would it be too much to request, that nothing be said of our very unpleasant adventure?”
“There shall be nothing said by me,” responded the rescuer. “Of that, ladies, you may rest assured.”
“Thanks!—a thousand thanks! Indeed, we are greatly indebted to you. Good-day, sir!”