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Konrad, almost senseless, was carried within the castle. When he had revived and was dressed in dry garments, he was brought before his rescuer it was Bothwell himself. "I thank thee," said Konrad proudly, "for saving my life." "Thou didst save mine. We are now equal," replied the earl. "'Tis well! I would not be thy debtor for all the silver in the mines of Bergen!

One can pardon any injury to oneself, unless it hurts one's vanity. Moreover, even in a genuine case of rescue, the rescued man must always feel a little aggrieved with his rescuer, when he thinks the matter over in cold blood.

"Engine dead, caught in the rain, and I've even left the side curtains at home! I guess we're in for it, girls." While the girls stood looking wildly at each other their unknown rescuer seemed suddenly galvanized to action. "This won't do at all!" he cried, raising both hands to his bald head which was by this time very wet and more shiny than ever.

Apparently, it was staring straight at Barnes's face, upturned upon the surface of the water. But Barnes knew it was staring at the dead salmon. His heart jumped sickeningly with sudden hope, as an extravagant notion flashed into his brain. Here was his rescuer a perilous one, to be sure vouchsafed to him by some whim of the inscrutable forest-fates.

Cecilia, who was too gentle or too politic to betray the fact that she heard the interesting name of Picklebody for the first time, remarked in a tone as cheerful as she could make it: "I suppose that if Mr. Picklebody could get in we can get out now." "Can and will," rejoined McVay beamingly. "Hen comes as he has always come to his friends, as a rescuer."

She had plenty of time for thought. Recollections of her nearness to death, of her horror while under the ice, of her terror when saved, of seeing her brave rescuer sink, all these scenes made a deep and lasting impression on her, and she realised that life can never be made up of pleasures only.

His intrepid little rescuer was swimming easily along, with firm, even strokes. Little water-sprite that she was, she would have enjoyed the breakers dashing over her head and the tingle of the fine salt spray in her face if she had not realized the danger that lay ahead. "Keep floating until I can get to you!" she called out to Tom.

He was the guest of the evening, but they were talking admiringly of another man, and so he sulked. Oh, how she scorned Tommy! That other man was, of course, the unknown Captain Ure, gallant rescuer of boys, hero of all who admire brave actions except the jealous Sandys. Tommy had pooh-poohed him from the first, to Grizel's unutterable woe.

When he pushed his hat clear of his eyes he saw that his rescuer was the big man who boarded the train at Ostable. He was holding the missing bag and smiling. "Dirty weather, hey?" he observed, pleasantly. "Sorry your umbrella had to go by the board. I see you was carryin' too much canvas and tried to run alongside in time to give you a tow; but you was dismasted just as I got there.

There were but few in it who did not know and picture the meaning of all that had been imparted by the courier the desperate alarm, the haggard, sobbing women in front of a hoist, the relays of men who were ready to descend and beat hammer on steel and tear madly at slow-yielding rock, the calls for a rest while carpenters hastily propped up tottering roofs and walls, the occasional warning shouts when men fell back to watch other huge masses of rock fall into the black drift, and the instants when some rescuer, overwrought, thought he heard sounds of "rock telegraphing" and bade the others pause and listen.