“He has telephoned,” explained Mayo. “Those are the boys! There's hope for us!”
There was more than hope—there was rescue after some hours of dreary and anxious waiting.
The life-boat came frothing down the sea from the distant inlet, and they were lifted on board by strong arms.
And then Alma Marston gave Mayo the strangest look he had ever received from a woman's eyes. But her lips grew white and her eyes closed, and she lapsed into unconsciousness while he folded a blanket about her.
“You must have had quite a job of it, managing a woman through this scrape,” suggested the captain of the crew.
“It's just the other way,” declared Mayo. “I'm giving her credit for saving the whole of us.”
“How's that?”
“I might find it a little hard to make you understand, captain. Let it stand as I have said it.”