The girl stood, too. She gave a low cry.
"Och, Shauneen!" she moaned. "'Tis a fishing boat has been wrecked! Och, the poor wives and children of the men 'twere in it!"
And she moaned and rocked back and forth.
The waters made a roaring sound. The sky was leaden gray. The men were working, pulling in the wreck of the boat.
Shaun gave the baby to Eileen. Then the boy in his red petticoat started to run.
HE STARTED TO RUN
His feet were bare, but he could skim over those rough rocks like a wild animal. His feet never had known shoes.
His ruddy face had gone white. He reached the group of working men and moaning women. Then he fell upon his face, and a great sob came from his heart.