“What was that?” gasped Cora.
“Sounded like a gun,” said Jack. “Maybe a ship at sea—”
There was a flash in the sky. It was not lightning, for there was no thunder storm.
“See!” exclaimed Eline.
“The lighthouse,” ventured Norton.
“The light is over there,” and Ed pointed to the flashing beacon in a different direction.
“Then it’s a rocket from some ship in danger,” declared Walter. “There goes another!”
It was unmistakably a rocket that went cleaving through the blackness. It came from off the lighthouse point.
“Some ship is in danger, or maybe off her course,” spoke Jack. “Well, we can’t do anything, and there’s no use getting any wetter. Come on to bed, fellows.”
“Oh, the poor people–if that is a wreck,” murmured Bess.