"Let's try the wreck first." "But the tide's running.

He'd never go there." "He's a queer child.

I know him better than you." They ran downhill toward the creek, calling as they went, but getting no answer.
"But the wreck!" exclaimed the Chief Officer.

"It's out of reason!" "Hi! What was that ?" "Oh, my good Lord," groaned one of the volunteers, "it's the crake, master! It's Langona crake calling the drowned!" "Hush, you fool! Listen--I thought as much! Light a flare.
Mr.Saul--he's out there calling!" The first match spluttered and went out.

They drew close around the Chief Officer while he struck the second to keep off the wind, and in those few moments the child's wail reached them distinctly across the darkness.
The flame leaped up and shone, and they drew back a pace, shading their eyes from it and peering into the steel-blue landscape which sprang on them out of the night.