"You can send a steamer, if you are going on to Swinemünde. My passengers are very much frightened, though there is no danger, unless we have a storm."
"We will take off your passengers, sir."
"Thank you; that will relieve them. I have only ten."
The second cutter was swung round, and the officers of the steamer assisted the passengers into the boat. As the first cutter soon arrived, a part of them were placed on board of her.
"O Clyde, Clyde!" exclaimed Mrs. Blacklock, as she hugged her boy. "I thought I should never see you again."
"Come, mother, don't be too demonstrative. You will make all the fellows laugh at me."
"I'm so glad to see you, Clyde!" added Miss Celia Blacklock, his sister.
Clyde kissed them both, and then begged them to allow him to attend to his duty.
"Up oars!" shouted he, with vigor. "Shove off!"
"I am so glad to get out of that steamer!" added Mrs. Blacklock. "I thought we should all be drowned."