We may not be able
to save ourselves as it is. Swim toward the shore!"
"Whi--ch way ith the thhore?" wailed Tommy.
"I don't know. I can't see. I think it must be that way." She placed a
firm grip on Tommy's shoulder, turning the smaller girl about, heading
her toward what Harriet Burrell believed to be the shore. She wondered
why she could see no light over there, having forgotten that the
campfire had been blown away in the squall.
The two girls now began to swim with all their might. It seemed to
them, in their anxiety, as if they had been swimming for hours.
Harriet finally ceased swimming and lay floating with a slight
movement of her arms.
"What ith it?" questioned Grace.
"I don't know."
"But you thee thomething, don't you?"
"That is the worst of it. I do not. Look sharp. Can you make out
anything that looks like the shore?"
"I thee a light! I thee a light!" cried Tommy delightedly.
"Yes; I see it now. That must be on the shore. We have been going in
the wrong direction. Swim with all your might!"
For a few moments they did swim, strongly and with long overhand
strokes, Tommy and Harriet keeping close together, Harriet ever
watchful that a swell did not carry her little companion from her.
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