"He is waking!" said a voice that sounded as sweet as the song of
the skylark to my ears: "Halcro! Halcro!"
A soft hand raised my head, and then I saw, looking down into my
eyes, a beautiful face, framed in a mass of waving hair that the
sunlight had turned into brightest gold. It was the face of Thora
Kinlay.
How Thora came to be there, leaning over me, I could not tell. My
mind was in a strange confusion, and I remembered nothing of what I
had gone through. But soon I heard another voice speaking to me. It
was the voice of my sister Jessie.
"Halcro! Halcro!" it murmured.
"Where am I?" I asked; for I could not understand how I came to be
lying in the bottom of a little sailing boat with my limbs all
aching and trembling.
And Jessie and Thora were at my side--Jessie steering, and Thora
holding the rope of the little lug sail. How did it all come about?
Then Jessie, bidding me lie still, told me in a few words how she
and Thora had watched the race between the Curlew and the St.
Magnus, standing on the high ground of the Ness point. They had
seen the accident, and had immediately put out together in a little
boat that was lying on the beach. They had rescued me from the
upturned Curlew, where I lay in a faint, and were now making for
the Lydia.
"Have they saved father?" I asked.
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