It was daylight by the time the Greyton lifeboat arrived at the scene of action, but the thick, spray-charged atmosphere was almost as bad to see through as the blackness of night. "I'm afeared she's gone," shouted Slag to the coxswain, putting his hand to his mouth to prevent the words being blown bodily away. "No--I see her bearing sou'-west," was the brief reply, as Bob Massey plied his steering oar. A few minutes later, and the despairing people on the wreck, catching sight of the boat, greeted her with a long, wild cheer of reviving hope. "What is it?" asked the widow, faintly, for she had been growing gradually weaker from prolonged exposure. "The lifeboat, darling," said her father. "Did I not say that He would not forsake us?" "Thank God!" murmured the poor woman, fervently. "Look up, Lizzie; the lifeboat is coming to save us!" The child, who had been comparatively warm and sheltered, at the expense of her mother, looked up and smiled. Soon the boat was alongside, and much the same scene that we have already described was re-enacted; but there were no rebels this time. By the captain's resolute bearing at first many lives had probably been saved. When most of the people had been lowered into the boat--not without great risk and many bruises--the widow, who, cowering with her father and child under the forecastle, had been overlooked, was led to the side with her child. "Not together, ma'am," said the captain. "You'd likely drop her. Let me lower the child down first; or come first yourself--that will be better." "Give Lizzie to me," said the grandfather. "I'll hold her till you are safe, and ready to receive her." "Look alive, ma'am," urged one of the lifeboat men, who had scrambled on deck to render assistance. The widow was soon in the boat, and held out her arms for little Lizzie. Somehow--no one could tell how--the men made a bungle of it. Perhaps the very fear of doing so was the cause. Instead of being caught by the boatmen, Lizzie slipped between the boat and the vessel into the boiling sea. Giving one agonised cry, the grandfather leaped after her, but the surging boat swept in at the moment, and the old man fortunately fell into that instead of the sea. He was not hurt, for strong arms had been upraised to receive him. The little child rose above the foam as she was whirled past the stern of the boat by a swift current. Bob Massey saw her little out-stretched arms. There was no time for thought or consideration. With one bound the coxswain was overboard. Next moment the crew saw him far astern with the child in his arms. "Get 'em all aboard _first_!" came back, even against the wind, in Bob's powerful, deep-toned voice.