You'll all come back ?" she added, turning around.
"We will all come back," Lessingham promised.
They fought their way down to the beach.

At first the storm completely deafened all sound.

The lanterns, waved here and there by unseen hands, seemed part of some ghostly tableau, of which the only background was the raging of the storm.

Then suddenly, with a startling hiss, another rocket clove its way through the darkness.

They had an instantaneous but brilliant view of all that was happening,--saw the trawler lying on its side, apparently only a few yards from the shore, saw the line stretched to the beach, on which, even at that moment, a man was being drawn ashore, licked by the spray, his strained face and wind-tossed hair clearly visible.