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been left behind。 Poor North！ As the thought of pity came to him； the light he looked at was suddenly extinguished； and Rufus Dawes； compelled thereto as by an irresistible power； fell upon his knees and prayed for the pardon and happiness of the man who had redeemed him。
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〃That's a gun from the shore；〃 said Partridge the mate； 〃and they're burning a red light。 There's a prisoner escaped。 Shall we lie…to？〃
〃Lie…to！〃 cried old Blunt； with a tremendous oath。 〃We'll have suthin' else to do。 Look there！〃
The sky to the northward was streaked with a belt of livid green colour； above which rose a mighty black cloud； whose shape was ever changing。
CHAPTER XVIII。
THE CYCLONE。
Bunt； recognising the meteoric heralds of danger； had begun to regret his obstinacy。 He saw that a hurricane was approaching。
Along the south coast of the Australian continent； though the usual westerly winds and gales of the highest latitudes prevail during the greater portion of the year； hurricanes are not infrequent。 Gales commence at NW with a low barometer； increasing at W and SW； and gradually veering to the south。 True cyclones occur at New Zealand。 The log of the Adelaide for 29th February； 1870； describes one which travelled at the rate of ten miles an hour； and had all the veerings； calm centre； etc。； of a true tropical hurricane。 Now a cyclone occurring off the west coast of New Zealand would travel from the New Hebrides； where such storms are hideously frequent； and envelop Norfolk Island； passing directly across the track of vessels coming from South America to Sydney。 It was one of these rotatory storms； an escaped tempest of the tropics； which threatened the Lady Franklin。
The ominous calm which had brooded over the island during the day had given place to a smart breeze from the north…east； and though the schooner had been sheltered at her anchorage under the lee of the island （the 〃harbour〃 looked nearly due south）； when once fairly out to sea； Blunt saw it would be impossible to put back in the teeth of the gale。 Haply； however； the full fury of the storm would not overtake them till they had gained sea…room。
Rufus Dawes； exhausted with the excitement through which he had passed； had slept for two or three hours； when he was awakened by the motion of the vessel going on the other tack。 He rose to his feet； and found himself in complete darkness。 Overhead was the noise of trampling feet； and he could distinguish the hoarse tones of Blunt bellowing orders。 Astonished at the absence of the moonlight which had so lately silvered the sea； he flung open the cabin window and looked out。 As we have said； the cabin allotted to North was one of the two stern cabins； and from it the convict had a full view of the approaching storm。
The sight was one of wild grandeur。 The huge； black cloud which hung in the horizon had changed its shape。 Instead of a curtain it was an arch。 Beneath this vast and magnificent portal shone a dull phosphoric light。 Across this livid space pale flashes of sheet…lightning passed noiselessly。 Behind it was a dull and threatening murmur； made up of the grumbling of thunder； the falling of rain； and the roar of contending wind and water。 The lights of the prison…island had disappeared； so rapid had been the progress of the schooner under the steady breeze； and the ocean stretched around； black and desolate。 Gazing upon this gloomy expanse； Rufus Dawes observed a strange phenomenonlightning appeared to burst upwards from the sullen bosom of the sea。 At intervals； the darkly…rolling waves flashed fire； and streaks of flame shot upwards。 The wind increased in violence； and the arch of light was fringed with rain。 A dull； red glow hung around； like the reflection of a conflagration。 Suddenly； a tremendous peal of thunder； accompanied by a terrific downfall of rain； rattled along the sky。 The arch of light disappeared； as though some invisible hand had shut the slide of a giant lantern。 A great wall of water rushed roaring over the level plain of the sea； and with an indescribable medley of sounds； in which tones of horror； triumph； and torture were blended； the cyclone swooped upon them。
Rufus Dawes comprehended that the elements had come to save or destroy him。 In that awful instant the natural powers of the man rose equal to the occasion。 In a few hours his fate would be decided； and it was necessary that he should take all precaution。 One of two events seemed inevitable； he would either be drowned where he lay； or； should the vessel weather the storm； he would be forced upon the deck； and the desperate imposture he had attempted be discovered。 For the moment despair overwhelmed him； and he contemplated the raging sea as though he would cast himself into it； and thus end his troubles。 The tones of a woman's voice recalled him to himself。 Cautiously unlocking the cabin door； he peered out。 The cuddy was lighted by a swinging lamp which revealed Sylvia questioning one of the women concerning the storm。 As Rufus Dawes looked； he saw her glance； with an air half of hope； half of fear； towards the door behind which he lurked； and he understood that she expected to see the chaplain。 Locking the door； he proceeded hastily to dress himself in North's clothes。 He would wait until his aid was absolutely required； and then rush out。 In the darkness； Sylvia would mistake him for the priest。 He could convey her to the boatif recourse to the boats should be rendered necessaryand then take the hazard of his fortune。 While she was in danger； his place was near by。
From the deck of the vessel the scene was appalling。 The clouds had closed in。 The arch of light had disappeared； and all was a dull； windy blackness。 Gigantic seas seemed to mount in the horizon and sweep towards and upon them。 It was as though the ship lay in the vortex of a whirlpool； so high on either side of her were piled the rough pyramidical masses of sea。 Mighty gusts aroseclaps of wind which seemed like strokes of thunder。 A sail loosened from its tackling was torn away and blown out to sea； disappearing like a shred of white paper to leeward。 The mercury in the barometer marked 29：50。 Blunt； who had been at the rum bottle； swore great oaths that no soul on board would see another sun； and when Partridge rebuked him for blasphemy at such a moment； wept spirituous tears。
The howling of the wind was benumbing； the very fury of sound enfeebled while it terrified。 The sailors； horror…stricken； crawled about the deck； clinging to anything they thought most secure。 It was impossible to raise the head to look to windward。 The eyelids were driven together； and the face stung by the swift and biting spray。 Men breathed this atmosphere of salt and wind； and became sickened。 Partridge felt that orders were uselessthe man at his elbow could not have heard them。 The vessel lay almost on her beam ends； with her helm up； stripped even of the sails which had been furled upon the yards。 Mortal hands could do nothing for her。
By five o'clock in the morning the gale had reached its height。 The heavens showered out rain and lightningsrain which the wind blew away before it reached the ocean； lightnings which the ravenous and mountainous waves swallowed before they could pierce the gloom。 The ship lay over on her side； held there by the madly rushing wind； which seemed to flatten down the sea； cutting off the top of the waves； and breaking them into fine white spray which covered the ocean like a thick cloud； as high as the topmast heads。 Each gust seemed unsurpassable in intensity； but was succeeded； after a pause； that was not a lull but a gasp； by one of more frantic violence。 The barometer stood at 27：82。 The ship was a mere labouring； crazy wreck； that might sink at any moment。 At half…past three o'clock the barometer had fallen to 27：62。 Save when lighted by occasional flashes of sheet…lightning； which showed to the cowed wretches their awe…stricken faces； this tragedy of the elements was performed in a darkness which was almost palpable。
Suddenly the mercury rose to 29：90； and； with one awful shriek； the wind dropped to a calm。 The Lady Franklin had reached the centre of the cyclone。 Partridge； glancing to where the great body of drunken Blunt rolled helplessly lashed to the wheel； felt a strange selfish joy thrill him。 If the ship survived the drunken captain would be dismissed； and he； Partridge； the gallant； would reign in his stead。 The schooner； no longer steadied by the wind； was at the mercy of every sea。 Volumes of water poured over her。 Presently she heeled over； for； with a triumphant scream； the wind leapt on to her from a fresh quarter。 Following its usual course； the storm returned upon its track。 The hurricane was about to repeat itself from the north…west。
The sea； pouring down through the burst hatchway； tore the door of the cuddy from its hinges。 Sylvia found herself surrounded by a wildly…surging torrent which threatened to overwhelm her。 She shrieked aloud for aid； but her voice was inaudible even to herself。 Clinging to the mast which penetrated the little cuddy； she fixed her eyes upon