"Oh, he means the vessel when he says 'she,'" exclaimed Frank Furman.
"Wasn't it an awful storm?"--"Wasn't it!"
"I tell you we was scared, Jerry and me! I thought sure the old lighthouse was going over, and our house, too. Everything was creakin' and groanin', and the surf was flyin' up against the windows."
"Father stayed by the lantern all night; he afraid the light might go out," added Jerry. "We didn't know nothin' about the wreck till daylight."
"John, tell me what kind of a vessel it is," said Joe, pale with some sudden apprehension.
"It's a schooner."
"Were they fishermen, do you think?"
"I think so. They are trying to get her off before she breaks up. They think if they get her over to the Cape she can be mended."
Joe had already darted away to Mr. Bernard's tent, and rapping on the canvas, he asked hurriedly, "Mr. Bernard, may I come in?"
"Come."