"Do you really think you can find the dory? Will it be afloat so long?"
"Oh, yes. Hard work to sink one of those boats. With somebody to help me I'm almost sure to recover it."
"You needn't look to me to help you," sneered Degger.
"I'll go back with you," Lorna said quickly. "I can manage the Fenique while you fish for the dory."
"Miss Lorna! You won't think of such a thing!" Degger cried.
She ignored him.
"I'll go below and light a fire, Ralph. My things will be dry in an hour. You put on this coat, or you'll catch cold," and she slipped out of the pilot-coat.
"Not me," said Ralph easily. "Let Degger put it on. He'll be cold riding up to the light in that open car of Zeke's."
Lorna dropped the coat on the bench and without looking again at Degger opened the cabin door and slipped below. Degger's face displayed his chagrin. Ralph chuckled audibly, turned his back on the fellow, too, and shouted shoreward.
The coming of the Fenique had been marked by the lookout in the cupola of the life-saving station, and the very member of the crew of whom Ralph had spoken, Zeke Bassett, now appeared upon the sands.