“Listen!” she cried, and all sat silently.
The hail came again, but at first those in the boat were unable to tell from what direction. They listened and it came again.
“Back and to the right,” said Shirley. “We must have passed them in the darkness.”
The boat was brought about and headed in the direction Shirley indicated; and still there was no sign of the Hendersons. But the next hail was clearer, and much closer.
“Come straight ahead!” came the cry over the flood.
The rowers now followed the directions shouted across the water, and after what seemed a very long time, made out, directly ahead, the figure of a man and a woman, huddled close together to keep warm. It was Henderson and his wife.
Once inside the boat, Mrs. Henderson promptly fainted. Shirley lifted the unconscious woman’s head into her lap and bathed her face with water, and she soon revived.
The boat made rapid progress on the return journey and soon all were in the warm enclosure of the little house. Mrs. Henderson was promptly put to bed, but Shirley had something else to do.
Calling one of the men to follow her, she left the house and, after some searching, came upon what she sought.
This was Hero standing at the door of the little stable, nosing it and trying his best to get in. Shirley turned to her companions.