The children screamed; the steamer came nearer; it was close upon them; the boat was upset! At the same instant Emma was seized by a strong hand, lifted into the air, and then set down upon her feet on the deck of the steamer. Fani was saved, too, by another seaman, and both stood shivering with cold and fright, dripping with water, and soaked to the skin, but safe and sound. The passengers crowded about them. Suddenly a tall, black-bearded man with angry eyes came toward them. It was the captain. “What madness is this?” he thundered. “Do you think it is the business of steamboats to look out for little fools of fishermen? Whose fault would it have been if you had been run down and drowned?” But as he looked at the two little dripping, miserable figures, his tone softened. “Bring them below and give them something hot to drink,” he said to one of the gaping by-standers. It was a mercy to get them away from all those staring eyes; they swallowed the steaming contents of the glass that was given them in the cabin without a word, though it burned their throats. They did not dare to sit down; they were too wet. After a while the captain came down and asked where they came from, and where they were going in that “old fish-box.” Fani told the whole story without reserve. An expression of amusement passed over the captain’s brown face more than once during this narration, and when he had heard all, he said kindly that they must get themselves dried off as best they could; he was going to stop at Cologne, and there they could take the train home again. To reward him for saving them, Mrs. Stanhope could invite him to visit her house at the next vintage. This was their second visit to Cologne; how different it was from the first one! The captain’s parting advice was that they should in future make their expeditions by land rather than by water; it was much safer, he said. It was pretty dark by this time, and they had some trouble in finding the way to the station. They wandered from street to street inquiring their way, and at last found themselves again at the steamboat wharf, just where they had landed. They began to fear that they should lose the train and have to stay in the city all night. They set out again upon their search, and at last they came upon a policeman, who took pity upon them and led them through alleys and by-streets to the station, where they found that one train had just left, and they must wait two hours for the next. The little wanderers sat down outside the building to wait. They were wet and cold and hungry, but they did not complain of these minor troubles; their anxieties lay far deeper. “I am dreadfully worried,” said Fani, with a deep sigh. “So am I, but I don’t know exactly why,” replied Emma. “Well, I do,” said the boy. “I’m perfectly sure that Mrs. Stanhope will send me home after this, and poor Elsli will have to go too, for she could never stay without me.”