On the beach they started for some rocks which shelved out into the water, for it was possible that they might find some sort of shellfish on the rocks below the surface of the water.

Before they reached the place, however, McTee stopped and pointed out across the waves.

Some object tossed slowly up and down a short distance from the beach.
"From the wreck," said McTee.

"I didn't think it would drift quite as fast as this." They waded out to examine; the water was not over their waists when they reached it.

They found a whole section from the side of the wheelhouse, the timbers intact.
_On it lay Kate Malone, unconscious._ Manifestly she never could have kept on the big fragment during the night of the storm had it not been for a piece of stout twine with which she had tied her left wrist to a projecting bolt.