"Especially Dan Baxter," answered Grace. "He'll find that living out
in the woods isn't so pleasant as it looks."
By nightfall all grew anxious, and sat in front of the house to
discuss the situation.
"It can't be possible that all on board were burnt up," said Dick.
"That would be horrible."
"Oh, some must have escaped," answered Captain Blossom. "But they
may be suffering from burns, or they may have no means of getting
here. With the ship burnt up, and all the tools gone, it would be no
easy matter to build even the roughest kind of a raft."
"What do you think about some of us rowing over to what is left of
the wreck?" asked Sam.
"I was thinking of that. But, if we do that, we had better wait until
to-morrow morning. You can't see much in the dark."
"If I thought anybody was dying for the want of aid, I'd go over,"
said Tom. "We all know what brutes Lesher and Baxter are. They wouldn't
hesitate to go off and leave some of the others to die where they
had fallen."
"I think Tom is right, and some of us ought to go over," said Dick.
"I'm willing to go," announced old Jerry. "We can move around like
cats in the dark, so they won't know we are near until we tell 'em."
"You might take some medicines along, and some bandages," said Nellie.
"Take a bottle of sweet oil and some flour," put in Grace. "They are
both good for burns."
The matter was talked over until midnight, and then it was settled
that Dick, Tom, and old Jerry should take the largest rowboat and
some bandages and medicines and row over to the vicinity of the fire.
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