“Very likely,” agreed the old fisherman. “The sea can be cruel when it wants to.”
“And there comes Tom Cardiff!” added Blake, as he pointed to another oncoming figure.
“Yes, and Harry Stanton is with him,” remarked Abe. “They must have left the lighthouse to look after itself, and they’re going to help in the rescue.”
“No danger to the light, now that them pesky wreckers have been caught,” remarked one of the fishermen.
“Boom!” came a dull report over the waste of tumultuous waters.
“What’s that?” asked Blake.
“The signal gun!” cried Abe. “She must be sinking and they want us to hurry help. But she’s too far out yet for a line to reach her.”
Again the signal gun sounded, and hearing it, the life savers hastened their pace, but it was hard work dragging their apparatus through the sand.
“Let’s help ’em!” cried Joe. “The ship is drifting up this way. If we make pictures it will have to be from about here. Let’s help drag the wagon!”
“That’s right!” echoed Blake, and the boys, leaving their cameras in charge of Mr. Hadley, hastened to relieve the fagged-out life savers. The fishermen and some of the theatrical men joined in also.