"What, Colin, you are the best swimmer of us all! Do you say so?" asked the others, eager to make an effort for saving the old salt, who had been the favourite of every officer aboard the ship. "I say impossible," replied the cautious Colin; "I would risk as much as any of you, but there is not a reasonable chance of saving him, and what's the use of trying impossibilities? We'd better make sure that we're safe ourselves. There may be more deep water between us and the shore. Let us keep on till we've set our feet on something more like terra firma." The advice of the young Scotchman was too prudent to be rejected; and all three, once more turning their faces shoreward, continued to advance in that direction. They only knew that they were facing shoreward by the inflow of the tide, but certain that this would prove a tolerably safe guide, they kept boldly on, without fear of straying from the track. For a while they waded; but, as their progress was both slower and more toilsome, they once more betook themselves to swimming. Whenever they felt fatigued, by either mode of progress, they changed to the other; and partly by wading and partly by swimming, they passed through another mile of the distance that separated them from the shore. The water then became so shallow that swimming was no longer possible; and they waded on, with eyes earnestly piercing the darkness, each moment expecting to see something of the land. They were soon to be gratified by having this expectation realised. The curving lines that began to glimmer dimly through the obscurity, were the outlines of rounded objects that could not be ocean waves. They were too white for these. They could only be the sand-hills, which they had seen before the going down of the sun. As they were now but knee-deep in the water, and the night was still misty and dark, these objects could be at no great distance and deep water need no longer be dreaded. The three castaways considered themselves as having reached the shore. Harry and Terence were about to continue on to the beach, when Colin called to them to come to a stop. "Why?" inquired Harry. "What for?" asked Terence. "Before touching dry land," suggested the thoughtful Colin, "suppose we decide what has been the fate of poor Old Bill." "How can we tell that?" interrogated the other two. "Stand still a while; we shall soon see whether his head is yet above water." Harry and Terence consented to the proposal of their comrade, but without exactly comprehending its import. "What do you mean, Colly?" asked the impatient Hibernian. "To see if the tide's still rising," was the explanation given by the Scotch youth. "And what if it be?" demanded Terence. "Only, that if it be, we will never more see the old sailor in the land of the living. We may look for his lifeless corpse after it has been washed ashore." "Ah! I comprehend you," said Terence.