Presently the Captain handed Mrs. Stonehouse a pair of binoculars.
For an instant she looked through them, then handed them back and
continued gazing out to where the two heads appeared--when they did
appear on the crest of the waves like pin-heads.  The Captain said
half to himself and half to the father:
'Mother's eyes!  Mother's eyes!' and the father understood.
As the ship swept back to the rescue, her funnels sending out huge
volumes of smoke which the gale beat down on the sea to leeward, the
excitement grew tenser and tenser.  Men dared hardly breathe; women
wept and clasped their hands convulsively as they prayed.  In the
emergency boat the men sat like statues, their oars upright, ready
for instant use.  The officer stood with the falls in his hand ready
to lower away.
When opposite the lifebuoy, and about a furlong from Harold and
Pearl, the Captain gave the signal 'Stop,' and then a second later:
'Full speed astern.'
'Ready, men!  Steady!'  As the coming wave slipping under the ship
began to rise up her side, the officer freed the falls and the boat
sank softly into the lifting sea.
Instantly the oars struck the water, and as the men bent to them a
cheer rang out.

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Harold and Pearl heard, and the man turning his head for a moment saw
that the ship was close at hand, gradually drifting down to the
weather side of them.  He raised the child in his arms, saying:
'Now, Pearl, wave your hand to mother and say, hurrah!'  The child,
fired into fresh hope, waved her tiny hand and cried 'Hurrah!
Hurrah!'  The sound could not reach the mother's ears; but she saw,
and her heart leaped.  She too waved her hand, but she uttered no
sound.  The sweet high voice of the child crept over the water to the
ears of the men in the boat, and seemed to fire their arms with
renewed strength.
A few more strokes brought them close, Harold with a last effort
raised the child in his arms as the boat drove down on them.  The
boatswain leaning over the bow grabbed the child, and with one sweep
of his strong arm took her into the boat.  The bow oarsman caught
Harold by the wrist.  The way of the boat took him for a moment under
water; but the next man; pulling his oar across the boat, stooped
over and caught him by the collar, and clung fast.  A few seconds
more and he was hauled abroad.  A wild cheer from all on the Scoriac
came, sweeping down on the wind.
When once the boat's head had been turned towards the ship, and the
oars had bent again to their work, they came soon within shelter.
When they had got close enough ropes were thrown out, caught and made
fast; and then came down one of the bowlines which the seamen held
ready along the rail of the lower deck.  This was seized by the
boatswain, who placed it round him under his armpits.  Then, standing
with the child in his arms he made ready to be pulled up.  Pearl held
out her arms to Harold, crying in fear:
'No, no, let The Man take me!  I want to go with The Man!'  He said
quietly so as not to frighten her:
'No, no, dear!  Go with him!  He can do this better than I can!'  So
she clung quietly to the seaman, holding her face pressed close
against his shoulder.  As the men above pulled at the rope, keeping
it as far as possible from the side of the vessel, the boatswain
fended himself off with his feet.  In a few seconds he was seized by
eager hands and pulled over the rail, tenderly holding and guarding
the child all the while.  In an instant she was in the arms of her
mother, who had thrown herself upon her knees and pressed her close
to her loving heart.  The child put her little arms around her neck
and clung to her.  Then looking up and seeing the grey pallor of her
face, which even her great joy could not in a moment efface, she
stroked it and said:
'Poor mother!  Poor mother!  And now I have made you all wet!'  Then,
feeling her father's hand on her head she turned and leaped into his
arms, where he held her close.
Harold was the next to ascend.  He came amid a regular tempest of
cheers, the seamen joining with the passengers.  The officers, led by
the Captain waving his cap from the bridge, joined in the paean.
The boat was cast loose.  An instant after the engine bells tinkled:
'Full speed ahead.'
Mrs. Stonehouse had no eyes but for her child, except for one other.
When Harold leaped down from the rail she rushed at him, all those
around instinctively making way for her.  She flung her arms around
him and kissed him, and then before he could stop her sank to her
knees at his feet, and taking his hand kissed it.  Harold was
embarrassed beyond all thinking.  He tried to take away his hand, but
she clung tight to it.
'No, no!' she cried.  'You saved my child!'
Harold was a gentleman and a kindly one.  He said no word till she
had risen, still holding his hand, when he said quietly:
'There! there!  Don't cry.  I was only too happy to be of service.
Any other man on board would have done the same.  I was the nearest,
and therefore had to be first.  That was all!'
Mr. Stonehouse came to him and said as he grasped Harold's hand so
hard that his fingers ached:
'I cannot thank you as I would.  But you are a man and will
understand.  God be good to you as you have been good to my child;
and to her mother and myself!'  As he turned away Pearl, who had now
been holding close to her mother's hand, sprang to him holding up her
arms.  He raised her up and kissed her.  Then he placed her back in
her mother's arms.
All at once she broke down as the recollection of danger swept back
upon her.  'Oh, Mother!  Mother!' she cried, with a long, low wail,
which touched every one of her hearers to the heart's core.
'The hot blankets are all ready.  Come, there is not a moment to be
lost.  I'll be with you when I have seen the men attended to!'
So the mother, holding her in her arms and steadied by two seamen
lest she should slip on the wet and slippery deck, took the child
below.
Harold was taken by another set of men, who rubbed him down till he
glowed, and poured hot brandy and water into him till he had to
almost use force against the superabundance of their friendly
ministrations.
For the remainder of that day a sort of solemn gladness ruled on the
Scoriac.  The Stonehouse family remained in their suite, content in
glad thankfulness to be with Pearl, who lay well covered up on the
sofa sleeping off the effects of the excitement and the immersion,
and the result of the potation which the Doctor had forced upon her.
Harold was simply shy, and objecting to the publicity which he felt
to be his fate, remained in his cabin till the trumpet had blown the
dinner call.