“Man overboard! Who is it?” asked the terrified lady. “I’m sure I don’t know who it is, madam.” As it was a “man overboard,” it did not occur to her that the unfortunate person could be her sister; but, fearing that the invalid might be alarmed at the unusual noise, she went to her room, and found she was not there. “Where is my sister?” asked Mrs. Frisbone, very much startled by the discovery she had made. “I don’t know, madam,” replied Raymond. “I saw her walking on the hurricane-deck a while ago. I will see if she is there now.” The second officer left the cabin; and, finding the captain on the upper deck, he asked if he had seen Miss Rodwood. “She is overboard,” replied the captain. “My sister overboard!” exclaimed Mrs. Frisbone, who had followed Raymond from the cabin. “I am sorry to say she is, madam,” added O’Hara; “but I think she will be saved. Mr. Speers leaped in after her only a few seconds after she went over.” “Did she fall into the water?” demanded the excited lady. “She jumped over the railing herself, madam,” answered O’Hara, as gently as he could utter the disagreeable words. “Impossible! She could not have intended to end her life,” groaned the agonized sister. The captain was explaining what had passed in the cabin before the catastrophe, when Mr. Frisbone joined them. He was astounded at the intelligence conveyed to him. “Have you suspected that she was out of her head, Maggie?” he inquired. “I have not seen a single indication of any thing of the kind,” she replied. “I was on my way to the fire-room to call you, at the request of Mr. Speers, who was sure something was the matter with her, when I heard the cry of ‘Man overboard,’” added O’Hara. “I wish he had called me,” said Mrs. Frisbone, with a shudder. “Don’t be alarmed, madam: I am confident she will be saved,” continued the captain, looking out into the darkness astern of the ship. “I am sure I did not suspect any thing of this kind. She seemed to be quite cheerful and happy when she retired,” mused Mrs. Frisbone. “Hurrah! hurrah!” shouted the boat’s crew, in the gloom, where they could not be seen. “That means good news,” said the captain. “They have her in the boat by this time.” The party on the deck listened for further sounds in the direction from which the cheers had come. In a few moments they heard the measured stroke of oars at some distance from the ship. Raymond had ordered up all the lanterns on board, which were taken to the gangway. “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” shouted the crew of the third cutter, as the boat approached the steamer. The party descended from the hurricane-deck, and gathered at the gangway, where the accommodation steps had been rigged by Raymond’s directions. The cutter came up to the platform; and Tom Speers, taking the shivering invalid in his arms, bore her up the steps, and into the cabin.