At the close of the second verse the men were preparing to burst forth again when Miles observed an approaching billow which caused him to start in alarm. Although unused to the aspect of waves, he had an instinctive feeling that there was danger approaching. Voices of warning were promptly raised from different parts of the vessel, but already the loud chorus had begun and drowned every other sound. Miles dropped his biscuits and sprang towards Marion, who, with flashing eyes and parted lips, was gazing at Gaspard. He just reached her when the wave burst over the side, and, catching most of the men quite unprepared, swept them with terrible violence towards the lee-side of the deck. Marion was standing directly in the line of this human cataract, but Miles swung her deftly round into the lee of the funnel, a handle of which she happily caught, and clung to it like a limpet. Her preserver was not so fortunate. The edge of the cataract struck him, swept him off his legs, and hurled him with many comrades against the lee bulwarks, where he lay stunned and helpless in the swishing water. Of course soldiers and sailors ran from all parts of the vessel to the rescue, and soon the injured men were carried below and attended to by the doctors; and, considering the nature of the accident, it was matter for surprise that the result was no worse than some pretty severe contusions and a few broken ribs. When Miles recovered consciousness, he found himself in his hammock, with considerable pain in various parts of his body, and the Reverend James Drew bending over him. "You're all right now, my fine fellow," he said, in a low comforting voice. "No bones broken, so the doctors say. Only a little bruised." "Tell me, sir," said Miles, rousing himself, "is--is your daughter safe?" "Yes, thanks be to God, and to your prompt assistance, she is none the worse--save the fright and a wetting." Miles sank back on his pillows with a feeling of profound satisfaction. "Now, you must try to sleep if you can," said the clergyman; "it will do you good." But Miles did not want anything to do him good. He was quite content to lie still and enjoy the simple fact that he had rescued Marion, perhaps from death--at all events from serious injury! As for pain--what was that to him? was he not a soldier--one whose profession requires him to suffer _anything_ cheerfully in the discharge of duty! And was not love the highest duty? On the strength of some such thoughts he forgot his pain and calmly went to sleep. CHAPTER EIGHT. HAS REFERENCE TO MANY THINGS CONNECTED WITH MIND, MATTER, AND AFFECTIONS. The wave which had burst with such disastrous effect on the deck of the troop-ship was but the herald of one of those short, wild storms which occasionally sweep with desolating violence over the Atlantic Ocean, and too frequently strew with wreck the western shores of Europe.