Two hours later, after a hard but successful struggle to bring the crippled man back to civilization, Florence climbed wearily into her bunk for a few snatches of sleep.
CHAPTER VI
CHIPS
Early as it was, when she came on deck next morning Florence found the slim, gray-haired man in a steamer chair.
“Now that we’ve found you,” she said with a laugh, “what do we do with you?”
“Just anything,” he smiled.
“That’s easy.”
“Where do you go from here,” he asked, “and what do you do?”
“We touch at the old lighthouse, where we tell the fishermen that the fire is pretty bad, but that we know hundreds of men are coming to fight it, and we feel sure they’ll win.”
“And after that?” He was still smiling.
“Rock Harbor Lodge is next. We tell them the same thing. Then Tobin’s Harbor. We’ll tell them not to worry; that if the fire threatens them, we’ll be right there to take them off.”