They now made their way along the rock back to the shore, and then hurried to the village.  There they learned that six men had succeeded in getting to shore along the rope, before the vessel broke up.

Telling Larry he had best have a glass of hot spirits, and then turn into bed at once, and that he was to come up to the house the first thing in the morning, Mr. Davenant, with the priest, Colonel L’Estrange, and Walter made his way up to the house, to which the men who had reached the shore had been already taken.

The party were met at the door by Mrs. Davenant, who had been extremely anxious, for Godfrey had been sent home by his father as soon as the wreck went to pieces, and had brought the news of Walter’s doings, up to that time.

“He is quite safe, Katherine,” Mr. Davenant said, “but you mustn’t stop, either to scold him or praise him, at present.

“Hurry off, Walter, and get between the blankets.  I will bring you up some hot spiced wine directly.

“Katherine, this is Colonel L’Estrange, whom Walter has brought ashore in his boat.  You will excuse him, at present, for he has been for hours exposed to the storm, and must be half frozen as well as half drowned.

“Now, colonel, if you will come along with me, you will find a bed with hot blankets ready, and, I doubt not, a blazing fire.

“Ah, here is the spiced wine.  Take a draught of that before you go upstairs.  You can have another, after you are in bed.”

Three more survivors from the wreck were presently brought up.  They had been washed ashore on planks, as indeed had many others, but the rest had all been beaten to death against the rocks by the breakers.

Walter slept late the next morning, and, when he came downstairs, found that the others had already finished breakfast.  When he had eaten his meal, and listened to the gentle scolding which his mother gave him for risking his life, he joined his father, who was, with Colonel L’Estrange, pacing backwards and forwards on the terrace in front of the house.  The first fury of the storm was over, but it still blew strongly, and a very heavy sea was running.

“Ah, my young friend,” Colonel L’Estrange said, advancing, “I am glad to see you, and to be able to thank you more warmly than I was able to do last night, when the very words seemed frozen on my lips, for having saved my life.  It was a gallant deed, and one which your father may well be proud of.  It showed not only bravery of the highest kind, but coolness and judgment, which are virtues even more rare.  I predict a brilliant future for you, and if, in any way, my aid may be of use to you, believe me, it will be at your service.”

“It was well you were a good swimmer, sir,” Walter said, “for we could not have helped you, if you had not been able to help yourself, for the sea was covered with pieces of wreck, and as the boat was only covered with canvas, the slightest touch from one of the jagged ends would have made a hole in it.  I am very much obliged to you for your kind offer of assistance; but, at present, we have not made up our minds what I am to be.