"More shame for you," I says. And then I felt so savage, that I goes up to the fat passenger as was sitting crying on the deck of course, and I says, says I, giving him a sharp kick: "Get up," I says, "will you! You're always a-crying." "O, Mr Roberts," he says, blubbering like a calf--"O, Mr Roberts, to come to this!" "Go overboard, then," I says savagely; "for now you've pumped all that hot water out of your hold, you can't sink." Now all this time the fire was roaring away, and sending a glow in all directions for far enough round, while the sparks kept on dropping like a shower. It was a beautiful sight in spite of the horror; and I couldn't help looking at it a minute, till I turned round and saw Mr Ward standing quite still, looking down upon Miss Bell, who was on her knees by her brother's side. But as I was looking, she got up pale and quiet, and looked first at me, and then at Mr Ward, and then she says quickly: "Why do you both waste time? Why do you not swim after the boat?" "And you?" said Mr Ward in a slow husky way. She did not answer, only turned for a moment towards where her brother lay with his head on a cushion, and pointed to him with a sad smile, and then, holding out her hand to me as she sank upon her knees again by her brother's side, she said: "God bless you, Mr Roberts! Good-bye." I took her pretty little white hand, and kissed it, and then stood back; for she held out her hand to Mr Ward; and he took it and kissed it, and then sank on his knees by her side, holding her hand tightly; and when she said once more, "Go!" he only smiled and kissed her hand again. It was so still, in spite of the fluttering roar of the flames, that I could hear every word he said, as he almost whispered to her: "Eady, darling, I'll never leave you." The next moment her face was down in her other hand, and I could see that she was sobbing, so, feeling all wet-eyed myself, I turned away, when if there wasn't that fat passenger blubbering away more than ever! "Get up, will you," I says; "I never did see such a thundering swab in my life as you are." But all he says was: "O, Mr Roberts!" All at once I heard Miss Bell give a great cry; and, turning round, I saw that Mr Bell had started up, and she was clinging to him: then he held out his hand to Mr Ward; but before he could take it, the poor fellow fell back. He was free of his trouble. Now you know I wouldn't have cared if that there fat passenger would only have kept out of my way; but there, the more trouble one was in, and the more he was wanted out of the way, the more he piped his eye, and got just where you didn't want him. He always was a nuisance from the day he first came on board, and to make it more aggravating, he would look just as if he was made on purpose to kick.