“Here comes a life guard,” remarked Joe.
“And he acts as if something was up,” added Blake.
Nearer came the man, dressed in yellow oilskins, for the spray from the sea flew far inland, almost like rain. Joe and Blake had on rubber coats.
“What is it?” cried Blake, as the man came opposite.
He held his hands in funnel shape and yelled:
“A wreck—a big sailing vessel is coming ashore! Her masts are gone, and she can’t get off! She’ll strike soon. I want all the men I can get to help us with the breeches buoy. We can’t launch our boat—too heavy surf!”