How was it possible that Sabella could be there, and in such a predicament?
Could the boat that had just been run into be the _Whatnot_?
If so, who was this man?
He turned to look, and to help him into the skiff; but, to his horror, the man had disappeared.
William Gresham had redeemed his promise with his life.

From a cruel wound, made by a splintered timber, he had bled so freely that his fast-failing strength was barely able to hold Sabella's head above the surface until Winn came to her rescue.

He recognized the boy, and as the little girl was lifted from his arms, he closed his eyes with the peaceful expression of one who is weary and would sleep.

Then his grasp of the skiff relaxed, and without a struggle he slipped across the invisible line dividing time from eternity.

The hurrying waters closed about him as gently as a mother's arms, and who shall say that in his death the man had not atoned for his life, or that in the tawny flood of the great river his sin was not washed away as though it had never been?
[Illustration: The rescue of Sabella.] As for Winn, he was overwhelmed and stunned.