"A ship wouldn't last long' out there," said Walter, quietly.
"I should say not," agreed Jack.
On the beach the waves pounded with sullen fury, making a roar that drowned the voices of the motor girls. Cora and her chums clung to one another as they leaned their bodies against the blast, and peered through the mist.
"Isn't it awful," said Cora, with a shudder.
"Yes—for—for those who have to be out in it," spoke Bess, and, though she mentioned no names, they all knew what she meant.
CHAPTER XIV
NEWS OF SHIPWRECK
Cora, with an impatient, nervous gesture, laid aside the piece of lace upon which she was engaged. The long, breathing sigh which followed her rising from the chair, was audible across the room.
"What's the matter?" asked Bess, who, seated near a window, where the light was best, was industriously engaged in mending a hole in one of her silk stockings. She held it off at arm's length, on her spread-out hand, as if to judge whether the repair would show when the article was worn.
"I just can't do another stitch!" Cora said. "It makes me so—nervous."