He was too modest to mention that Randolph Sumner had called him a hero and that the crowd standing by had given him a cheer for his bravery.
"Ten dollars is a windfall," began Mrs.Cromwell.

"Now if we--Gracious, the signal gun, Bob!" Boom! Bob sprang up from the table.

He knew that sound only too well.
Boom! "Ship has struck, mother!" he cried.

"I must go down and see if I can help in any way." And waiting for no reply, the youth grabbed up his cap and storm coat and rushed out into the storm.
Bob was right--a ship had struck.

Away off through the mist and rain he could see the colored lights and the flash of the gun, calling for help.
The lifeboat men were already out and getting ready to launch their heavy craft.
"Look! look! The ship is going down!" The cry thrilled everyone to the very heart.