"We shall have to have the lights," said Adrian, groaning.
"If only it were morning instead of seven in the evening," murmured Crow.
"My good girl, what is the use----"
Crow laughed.
"No use, Addie, only for goodness' sake let's buck up. We've got to go and search the briny main, so we may as well be cheerful. By the way, I believe Mother is going to send a messenger somewhere, too."
"How do you mean somewhere?"
"Ramsworthy."
"No earthly use. What could they do? I believe there is an old crank----"
"The lighthouse men have a boat, haven't they?"
"Daresay--yes, believe they have. But you're not going to get them out ploughing the coast vaguely. They might go to pick someone off a wreck they could see, or hear. Mum might just as well save her trouble. Too late to wire. No one to wire to! It's up to us, old lady; we've got the only thing that's any chance--a sound, fast, sailing boat. There, that's done."