“Miss Van Heldre! Miss Vine!”
“Yes. Where is my father?”
“Here; talking to this coastguardsman.”
“And I thought we had lost him,” murmured Madelaine.
“But is it wise of you two ladies?” said Leslie, as he grasped Louise’s hand for a moment. “The storm is too terrible.”
“We could not rest indoors,” said Louise. “My father is down here, is he not?”
“I have not seen him. You want some better shelter.”
“No, no; don’t think of us,” said Louise excitedly; “but if you can help in any way—”
“You know I will,” said Leslie earnestly.
“Here, what are you two girls doing?” said a quick, angry voice. “Louie, I’m sure this is no place for you.”