"Oh, sugar!" exclaimed Tobias. "You seen her first, did ye?"
Lorna ran into the room and joined the two men. Her sharp eyes, like those of Silver's, descried the tossing masts of the laboring schooner. She was heaving up and down upon the waves directly in the path of the lamp's beam.
"Is it the Nelly G.?" she cried. "Really?"
Before either of the men could reply another scarlet streamer shot up from the surface of the sea, describing a long curve and winking out at last, far tip toward the hovering gray clouds.
"A rocket, by kinky!" gasped the lightkeeper.
"Ah! What I tell you, my friend?" croaked Rafe Silver.
The girl seized Tobias's arm. She shook him a little, sturdy as the old man was and firm upon his feet.
"We must do something!" she cried. "Tobias! We must!"
"We must do something!" she cried. "Tobias! We must!"