On, on they flew; a sense of their own danger seemed to have absorbed the thoughts of most on board. Scarcely an observation was made regarding the fate of their companions; even the little baby which had been so wonderfully preserved was for the time neglected, the woman who held it appearing scarcely aware that she had the child in her arms. "Come, come, Sarah, what are you about?" exclaimed Mrs Rumbelow, "are you going to let that baby drop into the bottom of the boat, and be drowned. You had better give it to me, poor little dear." Thus aroused, the woman once more bestowed her attention on the little stranger. Mrs Morley, overcome by her feelings, had at length given way, and lay in an almost fainting state in her daughter's arms. Her condition had not escaped Mrs Rumbelow's observation. The sergeant's wife leaned forward towards her. She was sitting at no great distance. "Come, rouse up, Mrs Morley, marm," she exclaimed, taking the poor lady's hands, and chafing them with her own somewhat hard palms. "It is God's will, dear lady, that we are here. He'll take care of those we left on board. I, too, would lief have remained with my good-man; but he ordered me to come, and I have always obeyed orders since I entered the army, as I call it, and that's a good score of years ago. When we have done our duty, to my mind, we should be content; and feel sure that all will go right. I don't say what we call right, but what God knows to be right and best; that's it, marm." Poor Mrs Morley opened her eyes. "Thank you," she faintly said. "You speak kindly. I know all is for the best."