"He deserved not the less credit," said Mr Tremayne. "We shall, indeed, be anxious to hear that the boy has come to no harm, and I am sure that Mrs Tremayne will be glad to do anything in her power to a.s.sist you and him should he, as I hope, have escaped. We purpose staying at Landewednach for a few days to visit the scenery on the coast, and will send down to inquire to-morrow."
While Mr and Mrs Tremayne and the old dame had been talking, Miss Tremayne had beckoned to Nelly to come and sit by her, and, speaking in a kind and gentle voice, had tried to comfort the young girl. She, however, could only express her hope that Michael had by some means or other escaped. Though Nelly knew that that hope was vain, the sympathy which was shown her soothed her sorrow more than the words which were uttered.
Sympathy, in truth, is the only balm that one human being can pour into the wounded heart of another. Would that we could remember that in all our grief and sufferings we have One in heaven Who can sympathise with us as He did when He wept with the sorrowing family at Bethany.
The rain ceased almost as suddenly as it had commenced, and as Mr and Mrs Tremayne, who had left their carriage on the top of the hill, were anxious to proceed on their journey, they bade Dame Lanreath and Nelly good-bye, again apologising for having intruded on them.
"Don"t talk of that please, Mistress Tremayne," said the old dame.
"Your visit has been a blessing to us, as it has taken us off our own sad thoughts. Nelly already looks less cast down, from what the young lady has been saying to her, and though you can"t bring the dead to life we feel your kindness."
"You will let me make it rather more substantial, then, by accepting this trifle, which may be useful under the present circ.u.mstances," said the gentleman, offering a couple of guineas.
The old dame looked at them, a struggle seemed to be going on within her.
"I thank you kindly, sir, that I do," she answered; "but since my earliest days I have gained my daily bread and never taken charity from any one."
"But you must not consider this as charity, dame," observed Mrs Tremayne; "it is given to show our interest in your little granddaughter and in the boy whom your son-in-law and you have so generously protected so many years. I should, indeed, feel bound to a.s.sist him, and therefore on his account pray receive it and spend it as you may require."
The dame"s scruples were at length overcome, and her guests, after she had again expressed her feelings of grat.i.tude, took their departure.
They had scarcely gone when Eban Cowan appeared at the door.
"I have just heard what has happened, and I could not let the day pa.s.s without coming to tell you how sorry I am," he said, as he entered.
Nelly thanked him warmly.
"Father has gone to heaven and is at rest," she said, quietly.
"I should think that you would rather have had him with you down on earth," observed Eban, who little comprehended her feelings.
"So I would, but it was G.o.d"s will to take him, and he taught me to say, "Thy will be done;" and I can say that though I grieve for his loss,"
answered Nelly. "But, O Eban, when you came I thought that you had brought some tidings of Michael."
"No! Where is he? I did not know that he was not at home."
Nelly then told Eban how Michael had gone away with the boat in the morning and had not returned. "I will go and search for him then," he said. "He has run in somewhere, perhaps, along the coast. I wonder, when you spoke to Uncle Lanaherne, that he did not set off at once. But I will go. I"ll get father to send some men with me with ropes, and if he is alive and clinging to a rock, as he may be, we will bring him back."
Nelly poured out her thanks to Eban, who, observing that there was no time to be lost, set off to carry out his proposal.
Dame Lanreath had said but little. She shook her head when he had gone, as Nelly continued praising him.
"He is brave and bold, Nelly, but that could be said of Captain Brewhard and many others I have known, who were bad husbands and false friends, and there is something about the lad I have never liked. He is inclined to be friendly now; and as you grow up he will wish, maybe, to be more friendly; but I warn you against him, Nelly dear. Though he speaks to you ever go fair, don"t trust him."
"But I must be grateful to him as long as I live if he finds Michael,"
answered Nelly, who thought her grandmother condemned Eban without sufficient cause.
Had she known how he had often talked to Michael, she might have been of a different opinion.
The storm continued to blow as fiercely as ever, and the rain again came pelting down; ever and anon peals of thunder rattled and crashed overhead, and flashes of lightning, seen more vividly through the thickening gloom, darted from the sky.
Dame Lanreath and Nelly sat in their cottage by the dead--the old woman calm and unmoved, though Nelly, at each successive crash of thunder or flash of lightning, drew closer to her grandmother, feeling more secure in the embrace of the only being on whom she had now to rely for protection in the wide world.
CHAPTER SIX.
Young Michael sat all alone in his boat, tossed about by the foaming seas. His anchor held, so there was no fear of his drifting. But that was not the only danger to which he was exposed. At any moment a sea might break on board and wash him away, or swamp the boat.
He looked round him, calmly considering what was best to be done. No coward fear troubled his mind, yet he clearly saw the various risks he must run. He thought of heaving his ballast overboard and trying to ride out the gale where he was, but then he must abandon all hope of reaching the harbour by his own unaided efforts. He might lash himself to a thwart, and thus escape being washed away; still the fierce waves might tear the boat herself to pieces, so that he quickly gave up that idea. He was too far off to be seen from the sh.o.r.e, except perhaps by the keen-sighted coast-guard men; but even if seen, what boat would venture out into the fast-rising sea to his rescue. He must, he felt, depend upon himself, with G.o.d"s aid, for saving his life.
Any longer delay would only increase his peril. The wind and tide would prevent him gaining any part of the coast to the northward. He would therefore make sail and run for Landewednach, for not another spot where he had the slightest prospect of landing in safety was to be found between the Gull Rock and the beach at that place. He very well knew, indeed, the danger he must encounter even there, but it was a choice of evils. He quickly made up his mind.
He at first set to work to bail out the boat, for already she had shipped a good deal of water. He had plenty of sea room, so that he might venture to lift his anchor. But it was no easy work, and the sea, which broke over the bows again and again, made him almost relinquish the effort, and cut the cable instead. Still he knew the importance of having his anchor ready to drop, should he be unable to beach the boat on his arrival at the spot he had selected, so again he tried, and up it came. He quickly hauled it in, and running up his sail he sprang to the tiller, hauling aft his main-sheet.
Away flew the boat amid the tumbling seas, which came rolling in from the westward. He held the sheet in his hand, for there was now as much wind as the boat could look up to, and a sudden blast might at any moment send her over. That, too, Michael knew right well. On she flew like a sea-bird amid the foaming waves, now lifted to the summit of one, now dropping down into the hollow, each sea as it came hissing up threatening to break on board; now he kept away to receive its force on his quarter; now he again kept his course.
The huge Gull Rock rose up under his lee, the breakers dashing furiously against its base; then Kynance Cove, with its fantastically-shaped cliffs, opened out, but the sea roared and foamed at their base, and not a spot of sand could he discover on which he could hope to beach his boat, even should he pa.s.s through the raging surf unharmed. Meantale Point, Pradanack, and the Soapy Rock appeared in succession, but all threatened him alike with destruction should he venture near them.
He came abreast of a little harbour, but he had never been in there, and numerous rocks, some beneath the surface, others rising but just above it, lay off its entrance, and the risk of running for it he considered was too great to be encountered. Those on sh.o.r.e might have seen his boat as she flew by, but, should they have done so, even the bravest might have been unwilling to risk their lives on the chance of overtaking her before she met that fate to which they might well have believed she was doomed.
Michael cast but a glance or two to ascertain whether any one was coming; he had little expectation of a.s.sistance, but still his courage did not fail him.
The rocks were pa.s.sed; he could already distinguish over his bow the lighthouses on the summit of the Lizard Point. Again he kept away and neared the outer edge of a line of breakers which roared fiercely upon it. He must land there notwithstanding, or be lost, for he knew that his boat could not live going through the race to the southward of the Lizard.
When off the Stags he could distinguish people moving along the sh.o.r.e.
He had been seen by them he knew, and perhaps a boat might be launched and come to his rescue. There was no time, however, for consideration.
What he had to do must be promptly done.
The water in the bay was somewhat smoother than it had hitherto been.
In a moment his sail was lowered and his anchor let go. The rain came down heavily.
"The wind is falling," he thought; "I will wait till the turn of the tide, when, perhaps, there will be less surf on."
He could see the people on the sh.o.r.e watching him, but no attempt was made to launch a boat; indeed he knew that no boat could pa.s.s that foaming barrier in safety. He sat down with folded arms, waiting the progress of events. His mind was occupied for a time rather with those at home than about himself; he thought of little Nelly and of Dame Lanreath, and of the kind friend of his youth who had, though he knew it not at that time, left this world of toil and trouble. He had a simple faith in the merits of One Who had died for him, and he had perfect trust, not in his own honesty and uprightness, but in the merits and all-sufficient atonement of that loving Saviour Who died for him. He could therefore, young as he was, calmly contemplate the probability of being unable after all to reach the sh.o.r.e. Still he would not allow himself to dwell long on that matter.
He was soon aroused indeed to exertion by finding the seas breaking into his boat. He bailed away as fast as they came on board. But he saw that he must abandon all hope of remaining where he was. Should he stay much longer the boat might be swamped; the surf, too, might increase, and more effectually than at present bar his progress to the sh.o.r.e.
Another huge sea rolling in half filled his boat. Undaunted, he bailed it out. A second of like size might sink her.
Evening was coming on; he must dare the fearful pa.s.sage through the breakers, or perish where he was. He stood up, holding on to the mast, that he might survey the sh.o.r.e. He was abreast of the best place for landing, although he was convinced there were rocks to the north and south of him, their black heads appearing every now and then amid the snow-white foam. In a moment, should his boat touch them, they would dash her to fragments.
Promptly Michael made up his mind what to do. Hoisting his foresail he carried the main-sheet aft, and felt that the tiller was securely fixed.
Taking out his knife, he held it in his teeth--he had sharpened it afresh the previous evening. With one hand holding the main halyards, with a stroke he severed the cable, then as the boat paid off up went his mainsail and he sprang aft to the helm. The sheet was eased off.
The hissing seas followed fast astern. In another minute he would be among the raging breakers, and then safe on sh.o.r.e, or, what was too probable, whirled and tossed and tumbled over and over as he and the fragments of his boat were carried back in their cruel embrace.
Mr and Mrs Tremayne and their daughter had reached the little hotel at the Lizard Head, when they heard that a small boat had been seen in a fearfully perilous position anch.o.r.ed at a short distance outside the breakers. They hastened down to the beach, where some of the coast-guard men and several other persons were collected.
They made inquiries as to the probability of the boat reaching the sh.o.r.e in safety.