has a lifeboat driven by a motor. Sokennet allus has to take other folks' leavin's."
Helplessly the lifeboat drifted shoreward. The girls watched her, almost holding their breath with excitement. The three boys raced down to the beach now and joined them.
"Crickey!" yelped little Isadore Phelps. "We're almost too late to see the fun!"
"Hush!" commanded Ruth, sharply.
"Your idea of fun, young man, is very much warped," Madge Steele added.
"Haven't they got the wrecked people off?" demanded Tom, in wonder.
At the moment an added Coston burned up on the wreck. Its uncertain glare revealed the shrouds and torn lower rigging. They saw several figures—outlined in the glaring light—lashed to the stays and broken spars. The craft was a schooner, lumber-laden, and the sea had now cast her so far over on her beam-ends that her deck was like a wall confronting the shore. Against this background the crew were visible, clinging desperately to hand-holds, or lashed to the rigging.
And a great cry went suddenly up from the crowd ashore. "There's women aboard her—poor lost souls!" quavered one old dame who had seen many a terrifying wreck along the coast.
