When Ellinor, whom we left some pages back in a very perilous predicament, opened her eyes again it was on an unfamiliar scene--the cabin of a ship--and on several male faces, all of which were also unfamiliar save one; and her eyes half closed again, as she was too weak and exhausted to disentangle the confusion of her thoughts and, half imagining she was in a horrible dream, would have striven to sleep but for the wet and sodden garments that clung to her. 'Safe aboard the "_Flying Foam_,"' said the voice of the man who had rescued her, the sailing-master of that vessel, Mr. Rufane Ringbolt, whom we shall erelong describe more fully.…
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