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For three days the Halfed helplessly upon the storm-wracked surface of the mad sea No soul aboard her entertained limmer of a hope that the ship would ride out the storht the wind died down, and bythe sea had fallen sufficiently to make it safe for the men of the Halfantine clean-swept froue or two, perhaps Had the storht they would have been dashed upon the coast God-fearing iven thanks for their miraculous rescue; but not so these Instead, the fear of death removed, they assumed their former bravado

Skipper Simms boasted of the seamanship that had saved the Half the luck that had disabled the ship at so crucial a period of her adventure, and revolving in his eviltheupon the corner of the galley table, hobnobbed with Blanco These choice representatives of the ship's co a raid on the skipper's brandy chest during the diseht of land had rendered not improbable

The Halfh of the sea, but even so Barbara Harding, wearied with days of confinement in her stuffy cabin below, ventured above deck for a breath of sweet, clean air

Scarce had she eed from below than Theriere espied her, and hastened to her side

"Well, Miss Harding," he exclaiain I can't tell you how sorry I have felt for you cooped up alone in your cabin without a single woer, for there was scarce one of us that thought the old hooker would weather so long and hard a blow We were h it so handily"

"Handily?" queried Barbara Harding, with a wry s about the deck of the Halfh it handily or through it at all We have no h I am not much of a sailor, I can see that there is little likelihood of our effecting a landing on the shore ahead either with or without boats---it looks one down, and when it coain it is possible that it will carry us away from the land, or if it takes us toward it, dash us to pieces at the foot of those frightful cliffs"