They had made considerable progress, but still the shore seemed to
have disappeared from view. The light that Tommy had discovered had
gone out. At least, it was no longer to be seen. Harriet stopped
swimming, and, raising herself as high as possible out of the water,
again and again took quick surveys of their surroundings. The seas
were heavier and less broken where they now were. Slowly it dawned
upon Harriet Burrell that they were in deep water. She raised her
voice in a long-drawn shout. Both listened. No sound save the swish of
the water about them was to be heard. The wind had not come up again,
but a fresh, salty breeze was blowing over them, chilling the girls,
sending shivers through their slender bodies.
"Oh, what thhall we do?" sobbed Grace. "What can we do to thave
ourthelveth?"
"I don't know, Tommy. About all we can do is to keep up our courage
and wait for daylight. We must keep moving as well as we can, or we
shall get so cold that we shall perish."
"Wait until daylight? Oh, thave me! I thall die--I thurely thall.
Thave me, Harriet!"
"Keep up your courage, darling. We are far from being goners yet, but
we have before us a night that will call for all the courage we
possess. Now pull yourself together and be a brave little girl.
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