The news created a great sensation, and was telegraphed to all parts of the country.

The United States government sent a revenue cutter from Charleston, and one from St.Augustine, to cruise along the coast, and endeavor to find some traces of the survivors, if there were any.
But two days passed and no news came.

We thought Corny would go crazy.
"I know they're dead," she said.

"If they were alive, anywhere, we'd hear from them." But we would not admit that, and tried, in every way, to prove that the people in the boats might have landed somewhere where they could not communicate with us, or might have been picked up by a vessel which had carried them to South America, or Europe, or some other distant place.
"Well, why don't we go look for them, then, if there's any chance of their being on some desert island?
It's dreadful to sit here and wait, and wait, and do nothing." Now I began to see the good of being rich.

Rectus came to me, soon after Corny had been talking about going to look for her father and mother, and he said: "Look here, Will,"-- he had begun to call me "Will," of late, probably because Corny called me so,--"I think it _is_ too bad that we should just sit here and do nothing.