"We haven't a thing to fetch it in. I forgot," said George.
"Here is my hat," answered Wilmot; "you could get a good lot in that."
George and one of the others ran out for it, and in a few minutes returned with it full.
"My!" he exclaimed. "Isn't the sea come up since we came in here!"
"We must be quick," said Hope, calmly proceeding to pour the contents over Alice's foot.
The cold water dashing on the painful, heated ancle, brought Alice back to consciousness. Hope asked her if she could rise.
She struggled to a sitting posture, looking frightened and woebegone.
"Come, we must go; we have been a long time, and George says the tide is rising."
Wilmot started violently, and putting his hand under his sister's arm, raised her at once, then calling to Hope to help, they proceeded to the outer air. When the view of the sea burst upon them, they found by its nearness how long they had been detained.
"Hope," exclaimed he in a whisper of intense anxiety, "shall we be able to get round the corner of those rocks?"