Now it was early summer; the night before had been a flat calm.

There had been no wreck, or the lifesavers would have told him of it.

There would be no excuse for a wreck, anyway.
All this, in disjointed fragments, passed through the lightkeeper's mind as he descended the path in frantic bounds and plowed through the ankle-deep white sand of the beach.

As he approached the recumbent figure he yelled a panted "Hi, there!" He did not expect the hail to be answered or even noticed.

Therefore, he was pleasantly disappointed when the figure rolled over, raised itself on one elbow, looked at him in a dazed sort of way and replied cheerfully but faintly, "Hello!" Seth stopped short, put a hand to the breast of his blue flannel shirt, and breathed a mighty sigh of relief.
"Gosh!" he exclaimed with fervor.