He was deaf to reproaches; and, heedless of the hand stretched out to hold him back, sprang toward the boat.

The men there pushed her off--full and more than full as she was; and overboard he fell into the sullen heaving waters.
His last shout had been on Maggie's name--a name she never thought to hear again on earth, as she was pressed back, sick and suffocating.

But suddenly a voice rang out above all confused voices and moaning hungry waves, and above the roaring fire.
"Maggie, Maggie! My Maggie!" Out of the steerage side of the crowd a tall figure issued forth, begrimed with smoke.

She could not see, but she knew.

As a tame bird flutters to the human breast of its protector when affrighted by some mortal foe, so Maggie fluttered and cowered into his arms.