"Do stop!" she urged Carroll. "I want to run in and see what's the
matter."
She was gone but a moment, and returned, her eyes shining with
excitement.
"Oh, Carroll!" she cried, "there are three vessels gone ashore off
the piers. Everybody's gone to see."
"Jump in!" said Carroll. "We'll drive out. Perhaps they'll get out
the life-saving crew."
They drove up the plank road over the sand-hill, through the beech
woods, to the bluff above the shore. In the woods they were
somewhat sheltered from the wind, although even there the crash of
falling branches and the whirl of twigs and dead leaves advertised
that the powers of the air were abroad; but when they topped the
last rise, the unobstructed blast from the open Lake hit them square
between the eyes.
Probably a hundred vehicles of all descriptions were hitched to
trees just within the fringe of woods. Carroll, however, drove
straight ahead until Prince stood at the top of the plank road that
led down to the bath houses. Here she pulled up.
Carroll saw the lake, slate blue and angry, with white-capped
billows to the limit of vision. Along the shore were rows and rows
of breakers, leaping, breaking, and gathering again, until they were
lost in a tumble of white foam that rushed and receded on the sands.
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