"Mary, Mary! Are you here?"
"She is here and safe," shouted Ned in reply.
Stooping down Ned exerted all his strength and lifting the small form, placed her in her father's arms.
"Brace against that stump," cried Ned as a billow hit them.
"Daddy! You have come!" cried the girl as she nestled in her father's arms. Upon her face was the look of wonder inexplicable with which she had greeted Ned. In Ned's eyes was a wonder even greater. He was pondering this astounding enigma when a cloud swept over his mind with a horrible enveloping and he fell on the rock. A fresh wave clutched him as two shadows darted to where he lay.
"Just in time!" cried the voice of Andy Bissett, as he fought the wave for possession of the inert form.
"Shure, 'tis full spint is the lad," was the response of Easy Murphy. "There's been a divil of a scrap wid wind and wathurr on this bauld-headed stone."
"It has been a wonderful fight," agreed Andy as they got their burden safely out of the clutch of the breakers.
"Thrue, me hearty! And the swate colleen wuz worth it, begobs."
In the boat were Lawrie and Jean Benoit and another—Foyle. He was haggard and dishevelled and silent.