for two days the golden rod lay becalmed close to the cape la hague, with the breton coast extending along the whole of the southern horizon. on the third morning, however, came a sharp breeze, and they drew rapidly away from land, until it was but a vague dim line which blended with the cloud banks. out there on the wide free ocean, with the wind on their cheeks and the salt spray pringling upon their lips, these hunted folk might well throw off their sorrows and believe that they had left for ever behind them all tokens of those strenuous men whose earnest piety had done more harm than frivolity and wickedness could have accomplished. and yet even now they could not shake off their traces, for the sin of the cottage is bounded by the cottage door, but that of the palace spreads its evil over land and sea.

“i am frightened about my father, amory,” said adele, as they stood together by the shrouds and looked back at the dim cloud upon the horizon which marked the position of that france which they were never to see again.

“but he is out of danger now.”

“out of danger from cruel laws, but i fear that he will never see the promised land.”

“what do you mean, adele? my uncle is hale and hearty.”

“ah, amory, his very heart-roots were fastened in the rue st. martin, and when they were torn his life was torn also. paris and his business, they were the world to him.”

“but he will accustom himself to this new life.”

“if it only could be so! but i fear, i fear, that he is over old for such a change. he says not a word of complaint. but i read upon his face that he is stricken to the heart. for hours together he will gaze back at france, with the tears running silently down his cheeks. and his hair has turned from gray to white within the week.”

de catinat also had noticed that the gaunt old huguenot had grown gaunter, that the lines upon his stern face were deeper, and that his head fell forward upon his breast as he walked. he was about, however, to suggest that the voyage might restore the merchant’s health, when adele gave a cry of surprise and pointed out over the port quarter. so beautiful was she at the instant with her raven hair blown back by the wind, a glow of colour struck into her pale cheeks by the driving spray, her lips parted in her excitement, and one white hand shading her eyes, that he stood beside her with all his thoughts bent upon her grace and her sweetness.

“look!” she cried. “there is something floating upon the sea. i saw it upon the crest of a wave.”

he looked in the direction in which she pointed, but at first he saw nothing. the wind was still behind them, and a brisk sea was running of a deep rich green colour, with long creamy curling caps to the larger waves. the breeze would catch these foam-crests from time to time, and then there would be a sharp spatter upon the decks, with a salt smack upon the lips, and a pringling in the eyes. suddenly as he gazed, however, something black was tilted up upon the sharp summit of one of the seas, and swooped out of view again upon the further side. it was so far from him that he could make nothing of it, but sharper eyes than his had caught a glance of it. amos green had seen the girl point and observed what it was which had attracted her attention.

“captain ephraim,” cried he, “there’s a boat on the starboard quarter.”

the new england seaman whipped up his glass and steadied it upon the bulwark.

“ay, it’s a boat,” said he, “but an empty one. maybe it’s been washed off from some ship, or gone adrift from shore. put her hard down, mr. tomlinson, for it just so happens that i am in need of a boat at present.”

half a minute later the golden rod had swung round and was running swiftly down towards the black spot which still bobbed and danced upon the waves. as they neared her they could see that something was projecting over her side.

“it’s a man’s head!” cried amos green.

but ephraim savage’s grim face grew grimmer. “it’s a man’s foot,” said he. “i think that you had best take the gal below to the cabin.”

amid a solemn hush they ran alongside this lonely craft which hung out so sinister a signal. within ten yards of her the foreyard was hauled aback and they gazed down upon her terrible crew.

she was a little thirteen-foot cockle-shell, very broad for her length and so flat in the bottom that she had been meant evidently for river or lake work. huddled together beneath the seats were three folk, a man in the dress of a respectable artisan, a woman of the same class, and a little child about a year old. the boat was half full of water and the woman and child were stretched with their faces downwards, the fair curls of the infant and the dark locks of the mother washing to and fro like water-weeds upon the surface. the man lay with a slate-coloured face, his chin cocking up towards the sky, his eyes turned upwards to the whites, and his mouth wide open showing a leathern crinkled tongue like a rotting leaf. in the bows, all huddled in a heap, and with a single paddle still grasped in his hand, there crouched a very small man clad in black, an open book lying across his face, and one stiff leg jutting upwards with the heel of the foot resting between the rowlocks. so this strange company swooped and tossed upon the long green atlantic rollers.

a boat had been lowered by the golden rod, and the unfortunates were soon conveyed upon deck. no particle of either food or drink was to be found, nor anything save the single paddle and the open bible which lay across the small man’s face. man, woman, and child had all been dead a day at the least, and so with the short prayers used upon the seas they were buried from the vessel’s side. the small man had at first seemed also to be lifeless, but amos had detected some slight flutter of his heart, and the faintest haze was left upon the watch glass which was held before his mouth. wrapped in a dry blanket he was laid beside the mast, and the mate forced a few drops of rum every few minutes between his lips until the little spark of life which still lingered in him might be fanned to a flame. meanwhile ephraim savage had ordered up the two prisoners whom he had entrapped at honfleur. very foolish they looked as they stood blinking and winking in the daylight from which they had been so long cut off.

“very sorry, captain,” said the seaman, “but either you had to come with us, d’ye see, or we had to stay with you. they’re waiting for me over at boston, and in truth i really couldn’t tarry.”

the french soldier shrugged his shoulders and looked around him with a lengthening face. he and his corporal were limp with sea-sickness, and as miserable as a frenchman is when first he finds that france has vanished from his view.

“which would you prefer, to go on with us to america, or go back to france?”

“back to france, if i can find my way. oh, i must get to france again if only to have a word with that fool of a gunner.”

“well, we emptied a bucket of water over his linstock and priming, d’ye see, so maybe he did all he could. but there’s france, where that thickening is over yonder.”

“i see it! i see it! ah, if my feet were only upon it once more.”

“there is a boat beside us, and you may take it.”

“my god, what happiness! corporal lemoine, the boat! let us push off at once.”

“but you need a few things first. good lord, who ever heard of a man pushing off like that! mr. tomlinson, just sling a keg of water and a barrel of meat and of biscuit into this boat. hiram jefferson, bring two oars aft. it’s a long pull with the wind in your teeth, but you’ll be there by tomorrow night, and the weather is set fair.”

the two frenchmen were soon provided with all that they were likely to require, and pushed off with a waving of hats and a shouting of bon voyage. the foreyard was swung round again and the golden rod turned her bowsprit for the west. for hours a glimpse could be caught of the boat, dwindling away on the wave-tops, until at last it vanished into the haze, and with it vanished the very last link which connected them with the great world which they were leaving behind them.

but whilst these things had been done, the senseless man beneath the mast had twitched his eyelids, had drawn a little gasping breath, and then finally had opened his eyes. his skin was like gray parchment drawn tightly over his bones, and the limbs which thrust out from his clothes were those of a sickly child. yet, weak as he was, the large black eyes with which he looked about him were full of dignity and power. old catinat had come upon deck, and at the sight of the man and of his dress he had run forward, and had raised his head reverently and rested it in his own arms.

“he is one of the faithful,” he cried, “he is one of our pastors. ah, now indeed a blessing will be upon our journey!”

but the man smiled gently and shook his head. “i fear that i may not come this journey with you,” said he, “for the lord has called me upon a further journey of my own. i have had my summons and i am ready. i am indeed the pastor of the temple at isigny, and when we heard the orders of the wicked king, i and two of the faithful with their little one put forth in the hope that we might come to england. but on the first day there came a wave which swept away one of our oars and all that was in the boat, our bread, our keg, and we were left with no hope save in him. and then he began to call us to him one at a time, first the child, and then the woman, and then the man, until i only am left, though i feel that my own time is not long. but since ye are also of the faithful, may i not serve you in any way before i go?”

the merchant shook his head, and then suddenly a thought flashed upon him, and he ran with joy upon his face and whispered eagerly to amos green. amos laughed, and strode across to the captain.

“it’s time,” said ephraim savage grimly.

then the whisperers went to de catinat. he sprang in the air and his eyes shone with delight. and then they went down to adele in her cabin, and she started and blushed, and turned her sweet face away, and patted her hair with her hands as woman will when a sudden call is made upon her. and so, since haste was needful, and since even there upon the lonely sea there was one coming who might at any moment snap their purpose, they found themselves in a few minutes, this gallant man and this pure woman, kneeling hand in hand before the dying pastor, who raised his thin arm feebly in benediction as he muttered the words which should make them forever one.

adele had often pictured her wedding to herself, as what young girl has not? often in her dreams she had knelt before the altar with amory in the temple of the rue st. martin. or sometimes her fancy had taken her to some of those smaller churches in the provinces, those little refuges where a handful of believers gathered together, and it was there that her thoughts had placed the crowning act of a woman’s life. but when had she thought of such a marriage as this, with the white deck swaying beneath them, the ropes humming above, their only choristers the gulls which screamed around them, and their wedding hymn the world-old anthem which is struck from the waves by the wind? and when could she forget the scene? the yellow masts and the bellying sails, the gray drawn face and the cracked lips of the castaway, her father’s gaunt earnest features as he knelt to support the dying minister, de catinat in his blue coat, already faded and weather-stained. captain savage with his wooden face turned towards the clouds, and amos green with his hands in his pockets and a quiet twinkle in his blue eyes! then behind all the lanky mate and the little group of new england seamen with their palmetto hats and their serious faces!

and so it was done amid kindly words in a harsh foreign tongue, and the shaking of rude hands hardened by the rope and the oar. de catinat and his wife leaned together by the shrouds when all was over and watched the black side as it rose and fell, and the green water which raced past them.

“it is all so strange and so new,” she said. “our future seems as vague and dark as yonder cloud-banks which gather in front of us.”

“if it rest with me,” he answered, “your future will be as merry and bright as the sunlight that glints on the crest of these waves. the country that drove us forth lies far behind us, but out there is another and a fairer country, and every breath of wind wafts us nearer to it. freedom awaits us there, and we bear with us youth and love, and what could man or woman ask for more?”

so they stood and talked while the shadows deepened into twilight and the first faint gleam of the stars broke out in the darkening heavens above them. but ere those stars had waned again one more toiler had found rest aboard the golden rod, and the scattered flock from isigny had found their little pastor once more.