“I suppose not,” agreed Cora. “You might try writing to Edmenton. The postmaster there might give you a clue, or tell you some one who could give information.”
“I’ll do it!” exclaimed the keeper of the light. “It will give me something to do, anyhow,” and he set to the task.
Cora had called at the light alone, not knowing what the nature of the communication might be that the keeper wished to make to her. It was the day after Belle had bravely struck out for herself in the water.
Cora said good-bye to Rosalie, who was busy about her household duties, and waved to little Dick, who was playing on the beach. Then, getting into the Pet in which she had come to the lighthouse float, Cora turned the bow toward the little dock at the foot of the slope on which the bungalows were perched.
“Well, you were gone long enough!” complained Jack when she got back. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“What for?” she asked. “Has anything happened?”
“Nothing except that we fellows have heard of a motor boat we can hire cheap for the season, and we want to run over and look at it. The fellow who has it is on the other side of the Cove. Can I take the Pet?”
“Certainly, Jack. We girls are going to the life-saving station, anyhow. You’ll be back before lunch; won’t you?”
“I should guess yes!” exclaimed Walter, who had come up. “We wouldn’t miss our rations for anything.”
Jack and his chums were soon speeding across the bay. There was quite a sea on, for the wind was rising, and there seemed to be indications of a storm. But a number of boats were out on the water, and the Pet was a staunch craft. Also, Jack and the other boys were able to manage her, and all were excellent swimmers.