Then she had to ride between walls and villas, and lost sight of all till she emerged on the parade, and thought she saw Uncle Clement’s hat above the crowd as she looked over their heads. She gave her horse to a bystander, who evidently knew her, for a murmur went through the crowd of “Little chap’s sister,” and way was made for her to get forward, while several rough voices said, “All right”; “Coast-guard boat”; “Not this one.” Her uncle and Miss Mohun wore standing together. General Mohun could be seen in the foremost boat, and they could hear him call out, with a wave of his arm-- “All right! All safe!” “You hero! Where’s Gerald?” Miss Mohun exclaimed, as Anna came up to her. “There!” and she pointed to the Coast-guard boat. “We saw the boys from Anscombe Cliff, and he went out to them.” “Gerald,” exclaimed his uncle, with a ring of gladness in his voice, all the more that it was plain that the rower was indeed Gerald, and he began to hail those on shore, while Fergus’s head rose up from the bottom of the boat. In a few moments they were close to the quay, and the little sodden mass that purported to be Fergus was calling out-- “Aunt Jane! Oh, I’ve lost such a bit of aralia. Where’s Davy?” “Here, take care. He is all right,” were Gerald’s words. _He_ meant Adrian, whom his cousin lifted out, with eyes open and conscious, but with limp hands and white exhausted looks, to be carried to the fly that stood in waiting. “Is the other boy safe?” asked Gerald anxiously. “Oh yes; but how could you?” were the first words that came to Anna; but she felt rebuked by a strange look of utter surprise, and instead of answering her he replied to General Mohun-- “Thanks, no, I’ll walk up!” as a rough coat was thrown over his dripping and scanty garments. “The wisest way,” said the General. “Can you, Fergus?” “Yes, quite well. Oh, my aralia!” “He has been half crying all the way home about his fossils,” said Gerald. “Never mind, Fergus; look out for the next spring-tide. Uncle Clem, you ought to drive up.” Clement submitted, clearly unable to resist, and sat down by Anna, who had her brother in her arms, rubbing his hands and warming them, caressing him, and asking him how he felt, to which the only answer she got was-- “It was beastly. I have my mouth awfully full of water still.” Clement made a low murmur of thanksgiving, and Anna, looking up, was startled to see how white and helpless he was. The way was happily very short, but he had so nearly fainted that Gerald, hurrying on faster uphill than the horse to reassure his aunt, lifted him out, not far from insensible, and carried him with Sibby’s help to his bed in the room on the ground-floor, where the remedies were close at hand, Geraldine and nurse anxiously administering them; when the first sign of revival he gave was pointing to Gerald’s dripping condition, and signing to him to go and take care of himself. “All right, yes, boys and all! All right Cherie.”