"It's going to clear, I think," Mr. Lakewood declared, pointing toward the east.
Two hours later the cry of "Land, ho!" came from the lookout and in another hour they were tying up at the wharf before the town of Cape May.
"I'll see if I can find a doctor," Mr. Lakewood said to Bob as the gang plank hit the wharf.
"Let me go," Bob insisted and, without waiting for any argument he darted past his uncle and was off before he could make any objection.
He came to a doctor's sign before he had gone four blocks and, the doctor fortunately being at home, it was not more than twenty minutes from the time the boat reached the wharf before he had him on board. It was perhaps thirty minutes later that the doctor came from the cabin where they had taken the girl. He was followed by a woman about forty years of age and her husband, the captain of the steamer which had burned. Bob did not need to ask the verdict. One look at the face of the mother told him that the girl would live.
"She'll pull through all right," the doctor told him, but before he could say anything the woman had thrown her arms about his neck and had planted a firm kiss on his lips.
As she was a pretty woman Bob did not, as he afterward confessed to Jack, object to her mistake, but he blushed as he stammered:
"I—I'm afraid you've made a mistake, Madam."
"Didn't you save my Lucy?" the woman demanded.
"No, Madam."