'Yes, my fine fellow, she is safe and well; thanks to you, under a kind Providence, for it.' Sam shut his eyes again; he said nothing further; but there was a tremulous motion on his lips, and about the muscles of his face. Some cordial was administered, and he was allowed to fall asleep. As he slept, the powers of nature began to assume their natural energy, a gentle warmth spread over his frame, the color again glowed on his cheek, and his whole countenance told the story to those anxious watchers, that he was doing well. All breathed more freely; the scene so late full of terror and dismay, was changing, like the black clouds which bring the thunder storm, into beautiful visions for the eye to rest upon and enjoy. When Sam again awoke, Jim alone was with him. He was much refreshed, and asked whether they had not better return home. 'Whenever you are well enough, we will do so. Every thing is settled for--I have got your money and mine too.' 'Oh, have you? Well, I have not thought much about money, or any thing else; I have been in a kind of dream, I believe.' 'Don't you remember any thing that has happened, Sam?' 'Why, I remember seeing that little girl hanging on the rock:--oh Jim, how I _did_ feel; and I remember running as fast as I could, and just as I put my hand on her to catch her, off she slipped. I remember _that_, Jim; and I don't believe I shall ever forget it: and I remember holding her up out of the water, and trying to call for help; and then, just as I was giving up and going down, I felt something take hold of me; and after that, all seems to be confused. I thought they told me she was saved; and I thought I saw her once looking at me; but I don't know--may be I only dreamt it.' And Sam looked very anxiously at Jim. 'No, it's no dream, Sam; for she has been here a good while by you, and when she saw how pale you looked, she cried.' 'Did she?' 'Yes, and they all cried. And you don't know what Mr. Morris says--he says if it hadn't been for you, she would have been drowned before any of them could possibly have reached her: and that you have saved her life.' Sam could make no reply. The thought that he had saved a life, and the life of one so beautiful and so much beloved, was too full of happiness, and it overpowered him. The door now opened slowly, and Peter's shaggy head made its appearance. He had a bundle under his arm--Sam's clothes, which had been dried and ironed for him. Seeing Sam sitting up, he hobbled to the bedside, took both his crutches under one arm, and throwing the other around Sam, gave him a hug--well meant, no doubt, and expressive of his kind feelings; but which would have been much more in keeping had Peter been holding on to a main-top-gallant-mast in a gale of wind. Sam was soon arrayed in his old but clean garments. While he was dressing, Peter stood with his crutches properly adjusted for moving, his jaws working very rapidly, and his head nodding approvingly at Sam.