She was aroused by hearing her name called. Did the voice come from that shore beyond all dark waves of earthly trouble? At first she was not sure.
Again and louder came the cry, but too full of human agony to be a heavenly voice—
"Annie! Annie!"
"Here!" she cried, faintly, while Hunting, helpful for once, shrieked aloud above the roar of the waves.
Then she heard the sound of oars, and a moment later strong hands lifted her into the boat, and she found herself in Gregory's arms, her head pillowed on his breast. Then all grew dark.
When she again became conscious she found herself in a small cabin, with many others in like pitiable plight. Her aunt was bending over her on one side and Gregory on the other, chafing her hands. At first she could not remember or understand, and stared vacantly at them.
"Annie, darling," said Miss Eulie, "don't you know me?"
Then glad intelligence dawned in her face, and she reached out her arms, and each clasped the other as one might receive the dead back to life.
But quickly she turned and asked, "Where is Mr. Gregory?"
"Here, safe and sound," he said, joyously, "and Hunting, too. I shall bless him all the days of my life, for his cries drowned old ocean's hoarse voice and brought us right to you."