"Jim! Jim! Are you going to save the little boy? Oh, Jim, can you bring him safe home to us? Oh, Jim, how brave and good you are! Oh, how I do love you! If I were a man I would go with you, I would, indeed!" Then Jim did a very strange thing--strange at least for him--for he lifted the child up in his arms and kissed him; and Jim had never kissed Pat in his life before. When he held Pat thus he could speak in his ear words that nobody could hear except the two themselves. "Pat," he said, and his voice was rather husky, "it seems just as though the Lord Jesus had told me to trust myself to the waves--to come out to Him, in a manner of speaking, and not to be afraid of the boisterous waves or the wind. I don't expect to be able to walk on the water; but it seems like as though He would be there to help me. I've been wanting to find something to do for Him all these weeks. It seems like as though He said to me just now, 'Go and do that, Jim. It's one of My lambs that is in peril.' So I'm going. And if I don't come back alive, don't you fret, little master. It's all right. You know what you said yourself you would like to do if you had the chance when you were a man--just to lay down your life--as He did." Pat's tears were running down his cheeks, but he could not try to stay Jim after that, though he realised then that the peril of the rescue would be great. The man put him gently down, and pushed him towards his mother, who took him within her sheltering arms; and then he made his way with Nat cautiously to the very edge of the rocks towards the edge of that great basin--to leeward as it chanced to-night--of the lighthouse, where the water was comparatively calm for a few yards, and where if he sprang in he would find depth to swim without being immediately caught up and hurled backwards by the fury of the sea.