I was on the surface of the water,--afloat. In my arms, I held the lady I had wrested from the deadly seaweed. How well I knew, even in those awful moments, that I was not the cause of that wonderful rescue. I was present,--true,--but it was the decreeing of the great, living, but Unseen Power, who had further use for both of us in the bright old world, who had more work for us to perform ere he called us to our last accounting. Well I knew then that every moment of time was more precious than ordinary hours of reckoning, yet I dared not hurry with my burden across that short strip of water, lest we should again become entangled. Foot by foot, I worked my way, until I was clear of the seaweed, then I kicked forcefully for the shore, and with my unconscious, perhaps dead, burden in my arms, I scrambled up the face of the rocks and into the house. "Quick! For God's sake! Hot water,--blankets!" I cried to Miss Grant's semi-petrified companion. She stood and looked at me in horror and bewilderment. Then I remembered that my shouting was in vain, for she was stone-deaf. But this good old lady's helplessness was short-lived. "Lay her down," she cried; "I know how to handle this. If there's a spark of life in her I can bring her round." I laid the limp form on the bed, on top of the spotless linen. As I did so, I looked upon the pale face, with its eyes closed and the brine rolling in drops over those long, golden eyelashes; then upon the glorious sun-kissed hair now water-soaked and tangled. I cried in my soul, "Oh, God!--is this the end and she so beautiful." Already the elderly lady had commenced first aid, in a businesslike way. It was something I knew only a little about, so I went into the kitchen in a perspiring terror of suspense,--and I stood there by the stove, ready to be of assistance at any moment, should I be called. After what seemed hours of waiting, I heard a moan, and through the moaning came a voice, sweet but pitiful, and breathing of agony. "Oh! why did you bring me back? Why did you not let me die?" Again followed a long waiting, with the soothing voice of Miss Grant's able companion talking to her patient as she wrought with her. There was a spell of dreadful nausea, but when it came I knew the worst was over. The elderly lady came to the door, with a request for a hot-water bottle, which I got for her with alacrity. At last she came out to me, and her kindly face was beaming. "My dear, good boy," she said, as tears trickled down her cheeks, "she is lying peacefully and much better. In an hour or two, she will be up and around. Would you care to see her, just to put your mind at ease?" "Indeed I would," I responded. She led the way into the room, and there on the bed lay Miss Grant,--breathing easily,--alive,--life athrob in her veins. A joyful reaction overwhelmed me, for, no matter how humble had been my part, I had been chosen to help to save her.