He was as if alone in the wide world with God.
"A quarter of an hour more and all is over," thought he.

"The people at Llandudno must see our burning ship, and will come out in their boats." He kept in the line of light, although it did not lead him direct to the shore, in order that they might be seen.

He swam with desperation.

One moment he thought he had heard her last gasp rattle through the rush of the waters; and all strength was gone, and he lay on the waves as if he himself must die, and go with her spirit straight through that purple lift to heaven; the next he heard the splash of oars, and raised himself and cried aloud.

The boatmen took them in--and examined her by the lantern--and spoke in Welsh--and shook their heads.