“Now to change the lights!” cried Jerry, as, followed by his chums he dashed toward the winding stairs that led to where the big lantern lenses revolved.
At that instant the door of the kitchen flew open and Mr. Hardack entered, wild and disheveled, dripping water from the storm which was now raging at its height.
[CHAPTER XXIX]
THE RIGHT LIGHTS
“What has happened!” cried the keeper. “The light is flashing wrong! There is a steamer outside the bar! It will be wrecked! Who did it? Where is my assistant? There’s been foul work here! I was waylaid on my way back when I found my sister was not ill. I just managed to get away from the men. Speak, some of you! Quick!”
The keeper was panting from his exertions and from the excitement. His face was drawn and pale, and his eyes were wild, while his hair, matted by the rain, for he had lost his hat, straggled about his forehead.
“The scoundrels are in possession of the tower!” cried Jerry. “We must attack them and set the right light!”
“Come on!” cried the keeper, seizing the poker Jess had used to burn the door. “Come on! I’ll give ’em battle!”
His eyes glared, in the fierceness of his righteous anger, at those who would do so dastardly a deed.