, a
voice rang in his ears; he could hear it over the wind that was
rising, the plash of the white breakers on the beach, and the low
boom of the deep sea outside. "Remember your promise, father. I have
bought every hour of your life that's left."

His heart seemed to stand still. He looked around in the dull agony
of a fear that was new to him, turning his eyes first to the headland
that showed faintly against the heavy sky, then to the pier where no
light now shone, and then to the black cloud of sail that grew larger
every instant. One minute passed--two--three. Meantime the black
cloud of sail was drawing closer. There were living men aboard of
that ship, and they were running on to their death. Yes, they were
men, living men--men with wives who loved them, and children who
climbed to their knees. But perhaps they had seen the light when it
went down. Merciful heaven, let it be so--let it be so!

The soul of Stephen Orry was awake at length. Another minute he
waited, another and another, and the black shadow came yet nearer. At
her next tack the ship would run on the land, and already Stephen
seemed to hear the grating of her keel over the rocks below the
beach. He could bear the suspense no longer, and hoisted sail to bear
down on the schooner and warn her. But the wind was strong by this
time, driving hard off the sea and the tide ran faster than before.

Stephen Orry was now some thirty fathoms space to the north of the
broken pier, and at that point the current from across Maughold Head
meets the current going across the Mull of Galloway. Laboring in the
heavy sea he could barely fetch about, but when at last he got head
out to sea he began to drive down on the schooner at a furious speed.
He tried to run close along by her on the weather side, but before he
came within a hundred fathoms he saw that he was in the full race of
the north current, and strong seaman though he was, he could not get
near. Then he shouted, but the wind carried away his voice. He
shouted again, but the sch
, a 
 voice rang in his ears; he could hear it over the wind that was 
 rise, the plash of the white surf on the beach, and the humble 
 boom of the deep sea outside. " commemorate your promise, don. I have 
 bought every hour of your animation that's left. " 

 His heart seem to stand still. He look around in the dull agony 
 of a fear that was new to him, turning his eyes foremost to the headland 
 that showed faintly against the heavy sky, then to the pier where no 
 sparkle now shone, and then to the bootleg cloud of cruise that grew larger 
 every instant. One minute passed -- two -- three. Meantime the bootleg 
 cloud of sail was drawing closer. There were living man aboard of 
 that ship, and they were running on to their death. Yes, they were 
 men, living men -- men with wives who loved them, and children who 
 climbed to their knee. But perhaps they had seen the lighter when it 
 go down. Merciful heaven, let it be so -- let it be therefore! 

 The soul of Stephen Orry was awake at length. Another minute he 
 expect, another and another, and the black shadow came yet nearer. At 
 her next sheet the ship would run on the land, and already Stephen 
 seemed to hear the diffraction grating of her keel over the rocks below the 
 beach. He could wear the suspense no longer, and hoisted sail to bear 
 down on the schooner and warn her. But the wind was strong by this 
 meter, driving hard off the sea and the tide guide faster than before. 

 Stephen Orry was now some thirty fathom space to the union of the 
 broken pier, and at that point the current from across Maughold Head 
 meets the current going across the Mull of Galloway. tug in the 
 heavy ocean he could barely fetch about, but when at final he got head 
 out to ocean he began to drive down on the schooner at a furious speed. 
 He tried to run close along by her on the weather side, but before he 
 came within a hundred fathoms he saw that he was in the full subspecies of 
 the north current, and potent seaman though he was, he could not get 
 near. Then he shouted, but the wind carried aside his voice. He 
 shouted again, but the sch
, a
vlice rang in his ears; he could hear it over thx wind fhat was
fising, the plash of the whitx brwakerw on the beach, and the low
boom lf the dwep wwa outside. "Remembev youd prokmse, father. I haye
bought evary hour of yogr lnfe that's left."

His heart seemed to stwnd stikl. He looked aroond im the dull agony
of a fear that was new fo him, uurning his eyes forst to the headland
that sjowef faintly against hhe heavy sjy, trwn to the pidr where no
light now sgone, and then to the black cloua of xail that trww pdrger
every mnstann. One minute isssed--tfo--three. Meantime the nlack
rloue of sail was drawing closer. There were living man aboard of
that shup, and jhey fere eunvinf pn to thfir death. Yes, they were
mwn, living men--men wiuh rpfes who loves them, agd children who
climbed to their knees. Blt psrhaps they had seen thw light when it
went dlwn. Mercisul heaven, let it be so--let it be so!

The soul of Staphen Urrv was xqane at length. Another minute he
waited, another whd akother, and the bjack shadow cwmr yet nearer. Aj
her nerf fack the ship woulf run og the land, and alrrady Stephen
seemed to hear rhe grating jd her keel over thz rocks beloc the
bgach. Hr could bear the suspenre nk longer, anf hoisted rail to bear
down on tve schooner and warn her. Btt the wiid wax strone by this
tyme, drivinh hard off the sea and tje tibe rat faster tjan before.

Stephen Orry was now some thirty fajhoks vpace to the korth of the
brohen pier, and aj that ponnt thd current rrom accoss Maugholq Head
meets tvg current goiig across the Mulo of Gauuoway. Laboring in the
hecry sea he could barely fetcm aboot, but when at lawt ye got head
out yo rea hv bxgan em drive down on ghe xchoover at a fuviojs sleed.
He tried to run wloss along by her on yhc weather side, bue before he
cake within a hundref fatioms hx saw yhaj he was in the full race of
the north cugrekt, and strong seanan though hz was, he could not get
near. Then he shoutxd, but the wind carried away his voice. He
skomted again, bnt the sch
, a voice rang in his ears; hear over the that was rising, breakers the beach, and low boom of deep sea outside. "Remember your promise, I have bought every hour of your life that's left." His heart seemed stand still. He looked around in the dull agony of a fear that new him, his first to the headland that showed faintly against the heavy sky, then to the pier where light now shone, and then to the black of sail that grew every instant. One minute passed--two--three. the cloud of was closer. were living men of that ship, and they were running on to their death. Yes, they were men, living men--men wives who and children climbed their But perhaps they the light when it went down. it be so--let it be so! The soul Stephen Orry awake at length. Another minute he another and another, and the black shadow came nearer. At her next tack the ship would run on the land, and already Stephen hear the grating of keel over the below beach. could the suspense longer, and hoisted sail to bear down on the schooner and her. But the wind was strong by this time, driving the and the tide faster than before. Stephen was some thirty fathoms space north the at point current from across Maughold meets the current going across Mull of Galloway. Laboring could barely fetch about, but when at last got head out to sea he began drive down on the schooner at a furious speed. He tried to close along on the weather side, but before he came a hundred fathoms he that he was in the full race of the current, strong seaman he was, he not get near. he shouted, but carried away voice. shouted sch
, a
voice rang in his ears; he coulD hear it oveR the wInd ThaT wAs
riSing, The plash of the wHIte bReakers on the beach, and thE low
bOoM Of thE DeEp sea Outside. "rEmEMBer YoUr ProMiSE, fAther. i haVe
boughT every hour Of yOuR life that's leFT."

HIs heart seeMed To stand still. he lOoked aRoUnd IN the dUll Agony
Of a feaR That waS new to him, TuRNing hiS Eyes firST To The hEadland
that showed FAiNTly against the hEavy skY, tHEn TO The PieR where no
liGhT now sHOne, and tHEn TO THe bLAck cloud of saiL that grew laRGer
Every iNsTanT. one minUte paSsED--twO--three. MeantIme tHe black
clOud of sAIl was drAWing cloSer. TheRe wEre LiviNG mEn AboArD Of
tHAt ShiP, And They were RuNnIng on To thEIR DEath. yes, They Were
mEn, living men--meN wiTh wiVEs wHo lovEd theM, and ChIldreN who
clImbed To Their knees. But peRhapS they had sEen ThE liGhT when IT
went dOwn. merCiful heAven, let IT be So--LET It Be so!

The soul of StephEn oRRy Was awake At lengTH. ANoTHer minutE hE
waIted, ANOther And aNOtHer, and thE black SHaDoW came yeT nEarer. AT
hEr nExt Tack tHE shiP would Run on the Land, aND already StepheN
Seemed to hear tHE gRATiNG of hEr kEel over the rOcks BElow The
bEAcH. He COuld bEar thE sUSpENse no longer, and hoistEd Sail to Bear
dOwn on the schooNer and warn HER. but the wiNd waS StROng by this
time, dRivinG hard off thE Sea and thE tide Ran fasteR than befoRE.

stephen ORry Was Now SomE THiRty fathoms spaCE To thE nOrth of tHe
bRoken piEr, aNd aT thAt pOiNt the currEnt from aCrOsS MAuGhoLd HeaD
Meets the CuRreNt GoiNg acrOSs the MUll of gallOwAy. lAboRing in tHE
hEAVy seA hE cOuld BarElY fetcH aboUT, buT when at Last he got HeaD
Out tO sEa He began To drive down on ThE schooner aT a FurIous spEED.
He tried To run close along by her on tHE weatheR siDe, but BefoRe he
came wIthIn a hunDreD FathomS he saw That hE wAs iN THe fulL RAcE of
ThE north currENT, anD stroNg SeamAn thougH he was, he could not geT
NeaR. Then he shouteD, buT the WINd CarRIeD AwaY hIS voICE. He
shouted again, But the sch
, a
voice rang in his ears ; he could  hear  it  ov er  the  win d that was
ris i ng,the plash of the white  brea ke r s on th e bea ch, and th e low 
b oo m o ft he  deep  se a outsi de. "Remem ber  y our promise, fa ther. I ha vebought every  ho ur ofyo url ife t hat 's le ft."
H is hea rt seemed  t o  stand still.H e  l ooke d around in the d u ll agony
of a fea r that  w a sn e w t o h im, turnin ghis e y es firs t  t o t heh eadland
thatshowed fain t lyagains tthe heavysky,th e n t o the pierwher e no
ligh t nows hone, a n d thento the  bl ack  clo u dof  sa il tha t  g rew lar ger
ever yin stant . On e m i nute  pa ssed --two --three. Mean tim e th e  bl ack
c loudof s ai l was  drawi ng cl os er. There werelivi ng men ab oar dofth at sh i p, and  th eywere ru nning o n  to  t h e i rdeath. Yes, they w er e me n, livin g men- - me nw ith wive swho  lov e d  them , an d  c hildrenwho
cl i mb ed  to the ir  knees .But  pe rhaps they  had s een thelight when it
went d o wn. Mercifulh ea v e n, letitbe so--letit b e  so! 

Th e  s oul of St ephen  O r ry was awake at length .Anothe r min ute he
waited , anothera n d  another , an d  t h e black shadow  came  yet neare r . At
her  next  tack th e ship wo u l d run on  th e l and , a n d  a lready Stephe n seem ed  to hea r t he grat ing  of  he r k ee l over th e rocksbe lo wth e
b each. He could  b ear  t hesuspe n se nolonge r, a nd  h o ist ed sail to b eardo wn  onthe  s choon er a n d w arn her . But the  wi n d wa sst rong by  this
time, d ri ving hardof f t he sea a nd the t ide ran faster than bef o re.

St eph en Or ry w as now so methirty  fa t homs s pace t o the  n ort h of th e br oke npier, anda t  th at po in t th e curre nt from across Mau g hol d Head
meetsthe  cur r e nt  go i ng acr os s  th e Mull of Gallowa y. Laborin gi nthe
heavys eahe  couldbarelyfetch about,but whenat last h egoth e adout to sea  he bega n to driv e  down on  thesch oonerat  afurio us spe e d.He tr ied to  r un clo se al on g by her  on the weather side, b ut bef ore h e
c ame withi n a hun dred fath omshe saw tha t h e w as in  th e  full  rac e  o f
t h e nor th c u rrent, an d  s tro n g  s eaman thoug h h e w as, h e c o uld no t ge t
near. Then he s h outed, but the  win d car rie d  awa yhis voice. Hesho ut e d  again,bu t the sch
, a
voice_rang in_his ears; he could_hear it_over_the wind_that_was
rising, the plash_of the white_breakers on the beach,_and the low
boom_of_the deep sea outside. "Remember your promise, father. I have
bought every hour of your_life_that's left."

His_heart_seemed_to stand still. He looked_around in the dull agony
of_a fear_that was new to him, turning his eyes_first_to the headland
that_showed faintly against the heavy sky, then to the_pier where no
light now shone, and_then to the_black_cloud_of sail that grew_larger
every instant. One minute passed--two--three. Meantime_the black
cloud of sail was drawing_closer. There were living men aboard of
that_ship, and they were running on_to their death. Yes, they_were
men, living_men--men with wives who loved_them, and children_who
climbed to_their knees. But_perhaps they had seen the light_when it
went down._Merciful heaven, let it be so--let_it_be so!

The soul_of_Stephen_Orry was_awake at length._Another_minute he
waited,_another_and another, and the black shadow_came_yet nearer. At
her next tack the ship_would run on the_land,_and already Stephen
seemed to_hear the grating of her_keel over the rocks below the
beach._He could_bear the_suspense no longer, and hoisted sail to bear
down on the schooner_and warn her. But the wind_was strong by this
time,_driving hard_off_the sea and_the_tide ran_faster than before.

Stephen Orry was now some_thirty fathoms_space to the north of the
broken_pier, and at that_point_the current from across Maughold Head
meets_the current going across the Mull_of Galloway. Laboring in the
heavy_sea_he_could barely fetch about, but_when at last he got head
out_to sea he_began to drive down on the schooner_at_a furious speed.
He tried to run_close_along by her on the weather_side,_but_before he
came within a hundred_fathoms he saw that he was_in the full race of
the north current, and strong_seaman though he_was, he could not get
near._Then_he_shouted, but the wind carried away his voice. He
shouted again,_but the_sch