‘The child! Little Eva—where——’
‘Safe, my lad. She’s here,’ said Wal Jessop.
A satisfied smile passed over the youth’s face, and he sank again into insensibility.
‘A brave lad,’ muttered Wal Jessop again. ‘Thinks of naught but the saving of that little one.’
A faint cry made him turn his head, and he saw a movement under his coat.
‘The warmth has brought her round,’ he thought. ‘I’ll attend to her first. He won’t come round again yet awhile.’
He took up the girl and she opened her eyes wide.
‘Where is I?’ she lisped. ‘Where’s my daddy and my mammy? Where’s Eddy? Who is you?’ Then, as she caught sight of the sea and the rocks, she began to cry.
‘I’ll take care of you, my lamb,’ said Wal Jessop. ‘Eddy’s asleep—look.’
The girl looked at him and said quickly: