"I honestly don't know, Jack, whether she'll make the grade or not," Bob replied soberly. "Her mother and father are with her now and are doing all they can, but, of course, it isn't as though we had a doctor on board with a pulmoter. She's pretty far gone, and that's the truth, but she wasn't dead, and while there's life there's hope, you know."
"I—I hope she'll live," Jack whispered. "I—I worked so hard to save her. It doesn't seem as though God would let her die."
"We'll ask Him not to," Bob whispered back as he sank to his knees beside the bunk. "Now you see if you can go to sleep and I'll go see how she is," he added a few minutes later as he rose to his feet.
Out on the deck he met his uncle, who told him that the girl had not as yet recovered consciousness, but they were still hopeful, as her heart was fairly strong. "How's Jack?" he asked.
"He's coming all right. I just told him to go to sleep, and I imagine he's off by this time."
"Best thing for him to do. That was a brave thing he did."
"I'll say it was, but that's Jack," Bob agreed proudly.
"And God was very good to him and to us," Mr. Lakewood added.
"Sure thing."
The boat had been put about and was now racing at top speed for Cape May, and dawn was breaking as Bob and his uncle were talking. The rain had ceased and the wind had fallen to a stiff breeze.