“Yes, we must do something!” cried Belle.
“We’ll take her up to our kitchen,” proposed Rosalie. “There’s a good fire there, and I’ll make coffee.”
The woman was helped out of the buoy, and the motor girls went to her assistance. She seemed very grateful. She was the wife of one of the mates, and he was not yet rescued.
“I will stay here until Harry comes ashore!” she declared, firmly.
“And you know he won’t come, Mrs. Madden, until the rest of the women is saved,” explained one of the seamen. “Go with the young ladies. That is best,” and she finally consented.
In a short time several other women and two girls came ashore, one much exhausted. But by this time a physician had arrived, and he attended to her in the lighthouse.
Then the remainder of the sailors were brought from the wreck, the first one to get ashore reporting that no more women or girls remained aboard.
“There was one girl,” he said, “but she seems to have disappeared.”
“Washed overboard?” asked Cora, with a gasp.
“I’m afraid so, miss. It’s a terrible storm.”