I was on the main deck in the twinkling of an eye.  My chief and the third mate and nearly all the men were safe.  They had discovered their danger when it was too late to pull out of the way; then, when the great guards overshadowed them a moment later, they were prepared and knew what to do; at my chiefs order they sprang at the right instant, seized the guard, and were hauled aboard.  The next moment the sounding-yawl swept aft to the wheel and was struck and splintered to atoms.  Two of the men and the cub Tom, were missing—­a fact which spread like wildfire over the boat.  The passengers came flocking to the forward gangway, ladies and all, anxious-eyed, white-faced, and talked in awed voices of the dreadful thing.  And often and again I heard them say, ’Poor fellows! poor boy, poor boy!’

By this time the boat’s yawl was manned and away, to search for the missing.  Now a faint call was heard, off to the left.  The yawl had disappeared in the other direction.  Half the people rushed to one side to encourage the swimmer with their shouts; the other half rushed the other way to shriek to the yawl to turn about.  By the callings, the swimmer was approaching, but some said the sound showed failing strength.  The crowd massed themselves against the boiler-deck railings, leaning over and staring into the gloom; and every faint and fainter cry wrung from them such words as, ’Ah, poor fellow, poor fellow! is there no way to save him?’

But still the cries held out, and drew nearer, and presently the voice said pluckily—­

‘I can make it!  Stand by with a rope!’

What a rousing cheer they gave him!  The chief mate took his stand in the glare of a torch-basket, a coil of rope in his hand, and his men grouped about him.  The next moment the swimmer’s face appeared in the circle of light, and in another one the owner of it was hauled aboard, limp and drenched, while cheer on cheer went up.  It was that devil Tom.

The yawl crew searched everywhere, but found no sign of the two men.  They probably failed to catch the guard, tumbled back, and were struck by the wheel and killed.  Tom had never jumped for the guard at all, but had plunged head-first into the river and dived under the wheel.  It was nothing; I could have done it easy enough, and I said so; but everybody went on just the same, making a wonderful to do over that ass, as if he had done something great.  That girl couldn’t seem to have enough of that pitiful ‘hero’ the rest of the trip; but little I cared; I loathed her, any way.

The way we came to mistake the sounding-boat’s lantern for the buoy-light was this.  My chief said that after laying the buoy he fell away and watched it till it seemed to be secure; then he took up a position a hundred yards below it and a little to one side of the steamer’s course, headed the sounding-boat up-stream, and waited.  Having to wait some time, he and the officer got to talking; he looked up when