many vigorous men have I seen lose their lives in these seas!"
"Penellan," returned the young girl, "if you refuse me, I shall believe that you do not love me any longer."
André Vasling guessed the young girl's resolution. He reflected a moment, and his course was determined on.
"Jean Cornbutte," said he, advancing towards the old sailor, who now entered, "I will go with you. The cause of my hesitation has disappeared, and you may count upon my devotion."
"I have never doubted you, André Vasling," replied Jean Cornbutte, grasping him by the hand. "Marie, my child!" he added, calling in a loud voice.
Marie and Penellan made their appearance.
"We shall set sail to-morrow at daybreak, with the outgoing tide," said Jean. "My poor Marie, this is the last evening that we shall pass together."
"Uncle!" cried Marie, throwing herself into his arms.
"Marie, by the help of God, I will bring your lover back."
"Yes, we will find Louis," added André Vasling.
"You are going with us, then?" asked Penellan quickly.
"Yes, Penellan, André Vasling is to be my first mate," answered Jean.
"Oh, oh!" ejaculated the Breton, in a singular tone.
"His advice will be useful, for he is able and enterprising."
"And yourself, captain," said André. "You will set us all a good example, for you have still as much vigor as experience."
"Well, my friends, good-by till to-morrow. Go on board and make the final arrangements. Good-by, André; good-by, Penellan."
The mate and the sailor went out together, and Jean and Marie remained alone. Many bitter tears were shed during that sad evening. Jean Cornbutte, seeing Marie so wretched, resolved to spare her the pain of separation by leaving the house on the morrow without her knowledge. So he gave her a last kiss that evening, and at three o'clock next morning was up and away.
The departure of the brig had attracted all the old sailor's friends to the pier. The curé, who was to have blessed Marie's union with Louis, came to give a last benediction
