Tommy babbled crazily, bemoaning his danger, sobbing now and then—but
Judy was very still.
"I can't keep up much longer. I mustn't try to hold on with Tommy. He is afraid—poor Tommy—" she looked up at the little star, "and I'm not afraid—I love the sea," she thought, dreamily. Then for one moment she came out of her trance.
"Tommy, Tommy!" she cried sharply.
"What?"
"Don't let go of the belt. Hold on, no matter how tired you are. In the morning—some one—will save you—"
"But you—wh-wh-at are you going to do, Judy?"
"Oh, I—?" she laughed faintly. "Oh, I shall be all right—all right,
Tommy," and her voice died away in an awful silence.
CHAPTER XXII
THE CASTAWAYS
"Judy—" shrieked Tommy, and suddenly the answer came in a choking cry of joy.