They started back on the run to build high their signal light, and when they came to the top of the hill, they found Kate lying as they had left her.

She started to her knees at the sound of their footsteps and stretched out her arms to them.
"God has sent you back to me!" "A ship!" thundered McTee for answer, and he flung a great armful of wood upon the blaze.

It rose with a rush, leaping and crackling, but all three kept at their work until the pile of wood was higher than their heads.

Only when the supply of dry fuel was exhausted did they pause to look out to sea.

In place of the one eye of white there were three lights, one of white, one of red, and one of green--the lights of a ship running in toward land.
In a moment the moon slipped up above the eastern waters, and right across that broad white circle moved a ship with the smoke streaming back from her funnel.