hunder storm.

"See!" exclaimed Eline.

"The lighthouse," ventured Norton.

"The light is over there," and Ed pointed to the flashing beacon in a
different direction.

"Then it's a rocket from some ship in danger," declared Walter. "There
goes another!"

It was unmistakably a rocket that went cleaving through the blackness.
It came from off the lighthouse point.

"Some ship is in danger, or maybe off her course," spoke Jack. "Well, we
can't do anything, and there's no use getting any wetter. Come on to bed,
fellows."

"Oh, the poor people--if that is a wreck," murmured Bess.

"If it was only daylight we might witness some rescues," said Cora. "But
at least let us hope it is nothing serious."

It was Rosalie who brought the news next morning. Through the driving
rain she came to the girls' bungalow, her face peering out from beneath a
sou'wester that was tied under her chin, her feet barely visible beneath
the yellow oilskin coat.

"There's a wreck ashore!" she cried. "I thought maybe you might like to
see it! It's out in front of our light, and they're bringing the crew
ashore!"

"Can they save them?" asked Cora, clasping her hands.

"Most of 'em, I guess. Want to come?"

"Of course we'll go!" cried Eline. "The boys won't want to miss this!"

CHAPTER XXII

THE RESCUE

Green masses of foam-capped water hurling themselves on the
sand--thundering and pounding. A spray that whipped into your face with
the sting of a lash. The wind howling overhead and picking up handfuls of
wet sand, scattering them about to add to the bite of the salt water.
The rain pelting down in torrents. A dull boom, repeated again and
again. The hissing of the breakers. And, out in the midst, out in a
smother of water, gripped on the sharp rocks that now and then could be
seen raising their black teeth through the white foam was the ship--a
wreck.

It was this scene that Cora, the other girls, and the boys saw as they
hurried out to the lighthouse point. And it was one they never forgot.

They had hurried out when Rosalie brought the news that in the storm of
the night a three-masted auxiliary schooner had come too far inshore
despite the warning of the light.

"Father was up all night tending the lantern, too!" she shouted--she had
to shout to be heard above the roar. "I helped him," she added. "But in
spite of it the schooner worked in. She couldn't seem to steer properly.
We could see her red and green lights once