Lights on the water heaved up and down, now disappearing, and now lifted high, and at intervals there came the sound of voices.

Thank God! help was near; they were coming in a boat to save them.
But the lights grew more distant; he saw then disappearing towards the harbor.

Yes! it was of no use; no boat could live in the surf at the foot of the Stack cliffs, and the sailors had given it up in despair.
His heart sank again, all the more for the glimpse of hope, and his strength began to give way.

Russell's delirium continued, and he grew too frightened even to pray.
A light from the land.

The sound of shouts--yes, he could be sure of it; it was Dr.Rowlands' voice and Montagu's.