"I wish you had not known it now, sir," replied Ready; "but, however, it can't be helped; it was done out of kindness, Mr. Seagrave." "Yes, indeed it was, papa." Mrs. Seagrave dropped down on the rock, and burst into tears. Mr. Seagrave was equally excited. "Does she see us, Ready?" exclaimed he at last. "No, sir, not yet, and I waited till she did, before I made it known to you," replied Ready. "She is altering her course, Ready," said William. "Yes, sir, she has hauled to the wind; she is afraid of coming too near to the reefs." "Surely she is not leaving us!" exclaimed Mrs. Seagrave. "No, madam; but she does not see us yet." "She does! she does!" cried William, throwing up his hat; "see, she hoists her ensign." "Very true, sir; she does see us. Thanks be to God!" Mr. Seagrave embraced his wife, who threw herself sobbing into his arms, kissed his children with rapture, and wrung old Ready's hand. He was almost frantic with joy. William was equally delighted. As soon as they were a little more composed, Ready observed: "Mr. Seagrave, that they have seen us is certain, and what we must now do is to get our own boat out of the sand. We know the passage through the reefs, and they do not. I doubt if they will, however, venture to send a boat on shore, until the wind moderates a little. You see, sir, it is blowing up very strong just now." "But you don't think it will blow harder, Ready?" "I am sorry to say, sir, that I do. It looks very threatening to the southward, and until the gale is over, they will not venture near an island so surrounded with rocks. It would be very imprudent if they did. However, sir, a few hours will decide." "But, surely," said Mrs. Seagrave, "even if it does blow, they will not leave the island without taking us off. They will come after the gale is over." "Yes, madam, if they can, I do think they will; but God knows, some men have hard hearts, and feel little for the misery of others." The brig had, in the meantime, kept away again, as if she was running in; but very soon afterwards she hauled to the wind, with her head to the northward, and stood away from the island. "She is leaving us," exclaimed William, mournfully. "Hard-hearted wretches!" said Mr. Seagrave, with indignation. "You are wrong to say that, sir," replied Ready: "excuse me, Mr. Seagrave, for being so bold; but the fact is, that if I was in command of that vessel, I should do just as they have done. The gale rises fast, and it would be very dangerous for them to remain where they now are. It does not at all prove that they intend to leave us; they but consult their own safety, and, when the gale is over, we shall, I trust, see them again."