"Now, will they know what to do with it?" gasped Ruth.
"Wait! see that man—that man in the middle? The line passed over his shoulder!" cried Heavy. "See! he's got it."
"And he's hauling on it," cried Tom.
"There goes the line with the board attached," said Madge Steele, exultantly. The girls had already examined this painted board. On it were plain, though brief, instructions in English, French, and Italian, to the wrecked crew as to what they should do to aid in their own rescue. But this schooner was probably from up Maine way, or the "blue-nose country" of Nova Scotia, and her crew would be familiar with the rigging of the breeches buoy.
They saw, as another light was burned on the wreck, the man who had seized the line creep along to the single mast then standing. It was broken short off fifteen feet above the deck. He hauled out the shotline, and then a mate came to his assistance and they rigged the larger line that followed and attached the block to the stump of the mast.
Then on shore the crew of the life saving station and the fishermen—even the boys from the bungalow—hauled on the cable, and soon sent the gear across the tossing waves. They had erected
