It was soon manifest that this simple treatment had produced the effect of restoring the circulation.  The beating of the heart grew stronger, the chest rose, and a feeble respiration escaped through the lips.  In a little while Mr. Hersebom was partially restored to consciousness, for he distinctly moaned.

Mr. Malarias, and the two young men lifted him from the ground, and carried him to the boat, where they hastily arranged a bed for him of sails.  As they laid him in the bottom of the boat he opened his eyes.

“A drink!” he said in a weak voice.

Erik held a flask of brandy to his lips.  He swallowed a mouthful and appeared to be conscious of their arrival, for he tried to give them an affectionate and grateful smile.  But fatigue overcame him almost immediately, and he fell into a heavy sleep which resembled a complete lethargy.  Thinking justly that the best thing they could do was to get him home as speedily as possible, they took their oars and rowed vigorously; and in a very short time they reached Noroe.

Mr. Hersebom was carried to his bed, and his wounds were dressed with arnica.  He was fed with broth, and given a glass of beer, and in a short time he recovered consciousness.  His injuries were not of a very grave nature.  One of his arms was fractured, and his body was covered with wound and bruises.  But Mr. Malarius insisted that he should remain quiet and rest, and not fatigue himself by attempting to talk.  He was soon sleeping peacefully.

It was not until the next day that they permitted him to speak and explain in a few words what had happened to him.

He had been overtaken by the cyclone just as he had hoisted his sail to return to Noroe.  He had been dashed against the rocks of the island and his boat had been broken into a thousand pieces and carried away by the waves.  He had thrown himself into the sea to escape the frightful shock, when she struck, but in spite of all his efforts, he had been dashed by the waves upon the rocks and terribly wounded; he had only been able to drag himself beyond the reach of the waves.

Exhausted by fatigue, one arm broken, and his whole body covered with wounds, he had lain in an unconscious state, unable to move.  He could give no account of the manner in which he had passed the twenty hours; doubtless he had either been delirious or unconscious.

Now that he was saved, he began to lament for the loss of his boat, and because of his broken arm, which was now in splints.  What would become of him, even admitting that he might be able to use his arm again after eight or ten weeks?  The boat was the only capital possessed by the family, and the boat had been broken to pieces by the wind.

It would be very hard for a man of his age to be compelled to work for others.  Besides, could he find work?  It was very doubtful, for nobody in Noroe employed any assistant, and the factory even had lately reduced its hands.