“I tell you what I’d like to do,” observed Jack.
“What?” Ed wanted to know.
“Go over to the lighthouse. It must be great up in the lantern room in a storm like this.”
“Don’t you dare to go!” cried Cora. “It might blow away.”
“No danger,” said Jack with a laugh. “But I’m not going. Another thing we might do.”
“What?” demanded Norton.
“Go out and find a beach patrol. We could walk up and down with him, and maybe sight a wreck.”
“Oh, don’t speak of a wreck!” begged Bess. “A wreck on such a night would be dreadful.”
“This is just the kind of a night when they have wrecks,” observed Ed, as a blast of wind and rain shook the bungalow.
As the boys were going out into the storm there came a dull report, reverberating on the night air.