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Theriere by this time had managed to get on top of Skipper Simms, but that

worthy still clung to him with the desperation of a drowning man. The Halfmoon

was rising on a great wave that would bear her well into the maelstrom of the

cove's entrance. The wind had increased to the proportions of a gale, so that the

brigantine was fairly racing either to her doom or her salvation--who could tell

which?

Halfway through the entrance the wave dropped the ship, and with a mighty

crash that threw Barbara Harding to her feet the vessel struck full amidships

upon a sunken reef. Like a thing of glass she broke in two with the terrific

impact, and in another instant the waters about her were filled with screaming

men.

Barbara Harding felt herself hurtled from the deck as though shot from a

catapult. The swirling waters engulfed her. She knew that her end had come, only

the most powerful of swimmers might hope to win through that lashing hell of

waters to the beach beyond. For a girl to do it was too hopeless even to

contemplate; but she recalled Theriere's words of so short a time ago: "There's no

hope, I'm afraid; but, by George, I intend to go down fighting," and with the

recollection came a like resolve on her part--to go down fighting, and so she

struck out against the powerful waters that swirled her hither and thither, now

perilously close to the rocky sides of the entrance, and now into the mad chaos of

the channel's center. Would to heaven that Theriere were near her, she thought,

for if any could save her it would be he.

Since she had come to believe in the man's friendship and sincerity Barbara

Harding had felt renewed hope of eventual salvation, and with the hope had come

a desire to live which had almost been lacking for the greater part of her

detention upon the Halfmoon.

Bravely she battled now against the awful odds of the mighty Pacific, but soon

she felt her strength waning. More and more ineffective became her puny efforts,

and at last she ceased almost entirely the futile struggle.

And then she felt a strong hand grasp her arm, and with a sudden surge she was

swung over a broad shoulder. Quickly she grasped the rough shirt that covered

the back of her would-be rescuer, and then commenced a battle with the waves

that for many minutes, that seemed hours to the frightened girl, hung in the

balance; but at last the swimmer beneath her forged steadily and persistently

toward the sandy beach to flounder out at last with an unconscious burden in his

mighty arms.

The Mucker