"Good news, father, good news!" cried Margery. "Charley has come back safe, and he has--"
"Has he brought our boy--has Jack been found?" asked the captain, his voice trembling with eagerness.
"Yes, dear father, he has, he has!" cried Margery.
"Then let me have him here, and thank G.o.d!" cried the old sailor, stretching out his arms; and Jack, who had been hauled in by Tom, overheard him, and in another second, bounding up the stairs, was folded in those arms, with his mother and Margery clinging to his neck and weeping tears of joy.
The evening was indeed a happy one, and not till a late hour did any of the inmates of Stormount Tower think of retiring to rest.
While Mrs Askew lived, the light in the Tower was always, as before, lit at night, and on her death a lighthouse was built in its place.
Charley Blount at a very early age, got command of a fine trader to India and Australia, and on the death of her parents Margaret Askew became his wife, while Jack was chief mate with Captain Blount for many years; and when the latter came to live on sh.o.r.e, Jack took command of a fine ship he had built, called _The Stormount Tower_.
THE END.