“I—see—something bobbing up and down over there!” Cora continued. “See! It is—a big, strong boat, perhaps a lifeboat!”
“Let us hope so,” answered Bess, fervently.
Not one word could Cora exchange with Jack, he was too far from her to hear her voice. The Dixie was still near enough to be sighted, but how the boys managed to keep her so was as remarkable to themselves as to those on the Chelton.
“That’s a boat, all right,” said Bess with more vigor in her voice, “and it looks like one from the life-saving station.”
Cora peered anxiously in the direction of the speck that played upon the waves.
“Hey!” yelled Jack, “there comes Denny!”
“Denny!” repeated Cora wonderingly.
“Oh, there’s Freda!” called Belle, jumping up from the bottom of the boat and promptly falling back again.
“It’s Freda and Denny, and someone else?” asked Bess, breathlessly. “Oh, what a mercy!”
“It’s a boy,” declared Kent. “See the rain-hat and slicker?”