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In the Dead of Night. 7 roused up Jasper, the lighthouse-keeper, out of his first snooze — Jasper’s two mates being on duty—and had brought that individual, still half dazed, but responding manfully to the call, together with a quantity of stout rope, and a couple of ship’s lanterns, not forgetting a blanket and a nip of cognac, and was back again on the cliffs only a few minutes after Lionel’s search was at an end. Never had human voice sounded so welcome to Lionel as did the coastguardsman’s hoarse shouts that August night. Theysoon made each other out, and then the rest was comparatively easy. A rope was slung round the body of the still unconscious stranger, which was then hauled up by the two men with all possible care to the top of the cliff, a process which was repeated in the case of Lionel. “IT never thought to see you alive again, Mr. Dering,” said Bunce, with tears in his eyes, as Lionel grasped him warmly by the hand. “Where do you wish to have the gentleman taken to?” **'To Gatehouse Farm, of course,” said Lionel. ‘ Jasper, you run into the village, and borrow a horse and cart, and some straw, and another blanket or two, and get back again as if your life depended on ite | ° And so about midnight the stranger, who had never recovered con- sciousness, was laid in Mr. Dering’s own bed at Gatehouse Farm. They had found a card-case in his pocket, the cards in which were in- scribed with the name of ‘Mr. Tom Bristow,” but that was the only clue to his identity. Dr. Bell, the local practitioner, was quickly on the spot. ‘““A serious case, Mr. Dering—a very serious case,” said the little man, two hours later, while pulling on his gloves and waiting for his cob to be brought round. ‘“‘ But we have an excellent constitution to _fall back upon, and, with great care, we shall pull through. We have dislocated our left shoulder; we have broken three of our ribs ; and we have got one of the ugliest cuts on the back of our head that it was ever our good fortune to have to deal with. But with care, sir, we shall pull through.” Somewhat comforted in mind by the doctor’s assurance, Lionel went back up stairs, and having taken a parting glance at his guest, and satisfied himself that nothing more could be done for the present, he lay down on the sofa in the next room to snatch an hour’s hurried sleep. He had no prevision of the future, that August morning: there was no voice to whisper in his ear that the man whose life he had just saved at the risk of his own would, before many months were over, repay the obligation by rescuing him, Lionel Dering, from a still more bitter strait, and be the means of restoring h...: both to liberty and life, GOMIG DOO SS) (S©) am