"Then, by--you will receive the penalty of your obstinacy!" said Jaspar, in a passion. "I am not to be intimidated by threats." "Do not provoke him, Henry" said Emily, fearful for the safety of him whom the last hour had doubly endeared to her. "Mr. Dumont, _her_ request I will obey," and Carroll walked forward. He paused by the side of the wheel-house, to hear the report of the leadsman, who was sounding the depth of water, in obedience to the command of the pilot, expressed in a single clang of the heavy bell. Mechanically he had stopped, and with no interest in the matter he listened to the monotonous reply, "Quarter less three," &c. He was about to descend to the boiler deck, when a shrill shriek startled him from his revery. There was no mistaking the sound of that voice! Without an instant's hesitation, he called to the pilot to stop the boat, and, with a few bounds, was by the side of Jaspar, who was calling lustily for help. Henry, careless of his own safety, slid down to the gallery abaft the ladies' cabin, and then sprang to the single pole upon which was suspended the small boat. Before he could unloose the tackle, and lower himself down, he heard a splash, and saw a man swimming towards the spot where Emily had disappeared. Henry plied a single oar in the stern of the boat, and reached the place in season to take in the noble fellow who had preceded him, together with his lifeless burden, as he rose. The steamer backed down, and in a few moments more the party was safely on board again. "Where is the man who saved her?" said the disappointed Jaspar, after assisting Emily to her state-room. Emily's fall had not been accidental, as the reader will at once infer. Jaspar's passion, and the danger which he thought the young officer's presence menaced, had prompted him to an act which was not attended with his usual prudence, and the failure was likely to place him in a more uncomfortable position than his former one. With the instinct of deception, he immediately offered a liberal reward to the man who had rescued her. "Where is he? Who is he?" shouted Jaspar, eagerly. "_Here_!" cried a voice from the crowd. Jaspar started and turned pale, for the voice was a familiar one. "Where is he?" called Jaspar again, concluding that he must have mistaken the voice. "Here!" again came forth from the crowd, and Hatchie stepped forward. "Hell!" exclaimed Jaspar, staggering back as he recognized the man whom he supposed his rifle-ball had sent to furnish food for the fishes. But he recovered his courage instantly, feeling the danger of betraying himself. "Here is the reward," stammered he, holding out the money. "Never!" said Hatchie; and, before the crowd could clearly understand the nature of the case, he had vanished behind a heap of freight.