“That’s so. Poor Margaret! Where can she be keeping herself? If she would only come to me–or write, I could let her know that it was all right. And so those men were the robbers, after all?”
“It seems so, from what Nancy says.”
“Strange. I knew Margaret could not be guilty, but how to prove it was the hard part. When can we arrange it?”
“As soon as we can find your sister.”
“Oh, dear! And I haven’t the least idea where to look for her.”
“Don’t worry,” suggested Cora, gently. “We found our waif from the sea most unexpectedly, and I am sure we will find your sister the same way.”
“Not in a wreck, I hope,” said the light keeper, with a smile. “We don’t want any more wrecks on this coast. Which reminds me that I must see to the light.”
“It was no fault of your light that this wreck came,” said Cora. “Everybody says that.”
“I’m glad of it. If I had thought that my light failed, I–I’d never want to live longer,” and his voice trembled.
“The steering gear got out of order,” said Cora. “Nancy told me that. They could not control the vessel in the storm.”