“Yes. Didn’t you hear one of the sailors say a girl was missing–perhaps swept overboard?”
“Oh yes! Poor thing!” and Cora sighed. “She may be–out–there!” and she waved her hand to the heaving ocean.
The girls were on the beach where the rescue had been made. The waves were still pounding away, but a life-guard who went past on his patrol remarked:
“She’ll be down a lot by night.”
“Were any of your friends hurt?” asked Belle.
“Working yesterday, you mean, miss?”
“Yes.”
“No. Bill Smith got his hand jammed a bit, but that was all. We get used to rough treatment.”
“I suppose so. The sea is very rough–it’s cruel.”