Will and the boys may have tramped a quarter of a mile along the beach, when Will exclaimed, “Hullo, there’s a light!”
It was a lively twinkle upon the sands that came nearer and nearer, and then stopped before the party.
“Who’s this?” asked a voice, pleasantly.
Charlie lifted up his face toward the shining of this friendly light.
“Bub, is this you down here at this time of night? Don’t you know the man who goes fishin’ from your Aunt Stanshy’s barn?”
“O yes, I know you.”
It was the junior member of the new firm, “Tyler & Fisher.”
“Are you a patrolman, Mr. Fisher?” asked Will.
“I am at spells, when a man at the station may be sick. You see I can’t go fishin’ in this storm, and it comes handy to be employed as a substitute at the station. But what are you here for?”
“We came down to find a wreck. Up in town St. John’s bell was rung and we were told there was a wreck at Gull Point. At the station, though, where we have been, a man said that he did not know of any.”