“We soon saw the smoke. It was from a point just over the turn, where the clouds dip down and touch the waves. A little tail of smoke crawled up and hung black and dirty, not gettin’ any bigger nor spreadin’ much. When we sighted her, we went to work in the way men of the sea have of working together and never sayin’ a word. Up the beach we chased, and dragged out the boat we called our ‘Lifer.’ It was a good, strong fishin’ boat, and we kept her ready in the rough weather.
“‘Wait!’ yelled Len to me, just as I was pushin’ off. ‘I’ve got a lucky pair of oars. They’re bigger and heavier than ours, and I’ll toss ’em in. We might need ’em.’
“Little I thought of the need we would have! And I always laughed at Len’s idea of luck—and me an Irishman, too.”
“Mother always said grandfather was queer about such things,” Freda remarked. “I remember we had an old jug that he found on one of his birthdays. He would never allow that jug to be thrown out; he said it meant a jug full of good luck.”
“And it, of course, was an empty jug,” Cora said, with a smile. “Perhaps that is, after all, the luckiest kind.”
Denny chuckled over that remark, and added he had not much use for jugs of any kind.
“But I’m gettin’ away from my yarn,” he said, presently. “We took the big thick oars and pulled out against the wind. By this time the hail was comin’ down in chunks that would cut the face off you. Sometimes there are a lot of stragglers around here, but when we need a man, of course, there is not one in sight. But we rowed away and somehow managed to get close to the wreck. It was a little steamer, not much bigger than a tug, and it was burning faster than the smoke told us.
“‘You throw the rope and I’ll stick to the oars!’ shouted Len, his voice sounding like a wheeze in the wind. There were three men on the steamer and they were just about tuckered out. They were clingin’ to the rail, their hands blisterin’ from the flames that were sweepin’ up close to them even as they touched the water’s edge.
“It’s an awful thing to see sufferin’ like that,” he put in. “I won’t ever forget how those fellows tumbled into our boat. They just rolled in like dead men. But my rope got caught in the rudder of the steamer, and I tugged and tugged, but it looked as if we would have to let her burn off before we could free ourselves. Just when I decided to make a big haul at it I came near my end. I stood up, gave the rope a yank, and with that—rip! She let go! And I went with it over into the water!”
“Goodness!” Cora exclaimed. “It was bad enough to have to rescue the other men, but for you to go into that roaring ocean!”