54, THE WORLD OF ICH.

In a few seconds the ship was hove to, and a boat,
with. a lantern fixed to an oar, was plunging over the
swell in the direction of the light. Sooner than was
expected they came up with it, and a hurrah in the
distance told that all was right.

“Here we are, thank God,” cried Captain Guy,
“safe and sound. We don’t require assistance, Mr.
Saunders; pull for the ship.”

A short pull sufficed to bring the three boats along-
side, and in a few seconds more the crew were con-
oratulating their comrades with that mingled feeling
of deep heartiness and a disposition to jest which is
characteristic of men who are used to danger, and
think lightly of it after it is over.

“We've lost our fish, however,” remarked Captain
Guy, as he passed the crew on his way to the cabin ;
“but we must hope for better luck next time.”

“Well, well,” said one of the men, wringing the
water out of his wet clothes as he walked forward,
“we gota good laugh at Peter Grim, if we got nothin’
else by our trip.”

“ How was that, Jack ?”

“Why, ye see, jist before the whale gave in, it sent
up a spout o’ blood and oil as thick as the main-mast,
and, as luck would have it, down it came slap on the
head of Grim, drenchin’ him from head to foot, and
makin’ him as red as a lobster.”

“’Ow did you lose the fish, sir?” inquired Mivins,
ay our hero sprang up the side, followed by Singleton.

“Tost him as men lose money in railway specula-