A few strokes of the oars beached the boat, and old “Captain” Redding, who had spent his Winters at a government life-saving station, picked up Mr. Putchett, carried him up to the dry sand, laid him face downward, raised his head a little, and shouted: 

“Somebody stand between him and the sun so’s to shade his head!  Slap his hands, one man to each hand.  Scrape up some of that hot, dry sand, and pile it on his feet and legs.  Everybody else stand off and give him air.”

The captain’s orders were promptly obeyed, and there the women and children, some of them weeping, and all of them pale and silent, stood in a group in front of the bathing-house and looked up.

“Somebody run to the hotel for brandy,” shouted the captain.

“Here’s brandy,” said a strange voice, “and I’ve got a hundred dollars for you if you bring him to life.”

Every one looked at the speaker, and seemed rather to dislike what they saw.  He was a smart-looking man, but his face seemed very cold and forbidding; he stood apart, with arms folded, and seemed regardless of the looks fastened upon him.  Finally Mrs. Blough, one of the most successful and irrepressible gossips in the neighborhood, approached him and asked him if he was a relative of Mr. Putchett’s.

“No, ma’am,” replied the man, with unmoved countenance.  “I’m an officer with a warrant for his arrest, on suspicion of receiving stolen goods.  I’ve searched his traps at the hotel and boarding-house this morning, but can’t find what I’m looking for.  It’s been traced to him, though—­has he shown any of you ladies a large diamond?”

“No,” said Mrs. Blough, quite tartly, “and none of us would have believed it of him, either.”

“I suppose not,” said the officer, his face softening a little.  “I’ve seen plenty of such cases before, though.  Besides, it isn’t my first call on Putchett—­not by several.”

Mrs. Blough walked indignantly away, but, true to her nature, she quickly repeated her news to her neighbors.

“He’s coming to!” shouted the captain, turning Mr. Putchett on his back and attempting to provoke respiration.  The officer was by his side in a moment.  Mr. Putchett’s eyes had closed naturally, the captain said, and his lips had moved.  Suddenly the stranger laid a hand on the collar of the insensible man, and disclosed a cord about his neck.

“Captain,” said the officer, in a voice very low, but hurried and trembling with excitement, “Putchett’s had a very narrow escape, and I hate to trouble him, but I must do my duty.  There’s been a five thousand dollar diamond traced to him.  He advanced money on it, knowing it was stolen.  I’ve searched his property and can’t find it, but I’ll bet a thousand it’s on that string around his neck—­that’s Putchett all over.  Now, you let me take it, and I’ll let him alone; nobody else need know what’s happened.  He seems to have behaved himself here, judging by the good opinion folks have of him, and he deserves to have a chance which he won’t get if I take him to jail.”