At this moment the Prince felt something move between his legs, and a small figure rose from the bottom of the boat. "Loo knew that he would be wanted!" it cried. "What! Are you there?" said the Prince. "Then we are saved," said Raiden. "Quick!" said Loo; "lift me up to the window." "Listen!" said Raiden, in a low voice. "As soon as you get in, you are to feel along the wall, and count five planks down, straight under the opening. The sixth you will push; but as soon as you feel it yield to your hand, you must stop, and hurry back. If you push it entirely out, the water, pouring into the hold, will drown you." "All right!" said the boy. Nata stood leaning his back against the junk. "You are not afraid, Loo?" said the Prince. Loo, without a word, shook his head. He was already upon Nata's shoulders, and clinging to the edge of the port-hole with both hands. Soon he thrust in his head and shoulders; then his legs followed, and he was lost to sight. "It must be even darker in there than out here," said Nata, who had his ear close to the ship's side. They waited. The time seemed to them long; their anxiety made them motionless. At last a cracking noise was heard. Raiden felt the plank move. A second push made it start from its place. "Enough! enough! or you are lost!" said Raiden, not daring to raise his voice. But the child heard nothing; he continued to use his clenched fists with all his strength. Soon the plank fell, and floated off upon the waves. At the same time, with a roar, the water streamed into the ship. "And the child! the child!" cried the agonized Prince. Raiden thrust his arms despairingly into the yawning hole, black and tumultuous as it was. "Nothing! nothing!" said he, grinding his teeth. "He has been carried off by the force of the water." At this moment cries were heard from one of the neighboring junks. Lights flashed hither and thither on the deck; they seemed in the darkness to move through the air of their own will. "Our friends may need us," said Nata. "We cannot desert that poor boy," said the Prince, "while there is a hope of saving him; we will not stir from the spot." All at once Raiden uttered a shout of joy; he felt a small cold hand upon the edge of the hole in the ship's side. He soon drew the child out, and dropped him into the boat. Loo did not stir; he had fainted. Raiden climbed hastily into the boat, dripping wet as he was. "That poor fellow is about done for," said Nata, pushing off from the junk. "Let us join the others," said Nagato; "perhaps they have not finished their work." The shouts increased; the alarm was given on every hand. Lights were seen moving about on the shores of the island, and the sound of arms snatched up in haste was heard. "We sink! we sink!" cried the crew of the junks.