boy," sobbed the second woman saved. "But oh, the flood has taken him!"
She sobbed on her companion's shoulder.
"There, there," soothed the other, "you may find him some day. Don't take on so, Mary."
"I can't help it, Ellen. Oh, my poor boy!"
It was evident that she was referring to some previous loss. Charlie, who had been in the darkened cabin, started suddenly as he heard the voice of the woman called Mary. He now came out on the open deck, and stared curiously at her. And the woman, who was supporting the head of the other on her shoulder, looked at Charlie.
A change came over her face. She tried to speak but could not. Finally she did manage to gasp:
"Mary! Look! Look! Here's Charlie now! Here's your boy!"
The woman raised her tear-stained face. For a moment she did not comprehend, and then, as a look of great joy showed itself in her eyes, she held out her arms, crying:
"My boy! My boy! Charlie! Is it possible!"
And as for the little lad, with one glad cry, he threw himself into her loving clasp, sobbing over and over again:
"Mamma! Mamma! Oh, I am so glad!"
