exclaimed Natty . `` Oh , it 's surely never Ev ! '' cried Prue . Natty shook his head . `` Do n't think so . Ev had no intention of coming back tonight . Get that lantern , Prue . I must go and see what and who it is . '' `` Oh , Natty , you must n't , '' cried Prue in distress . `` There 's a heavy swell on yet -- and the fog -- oh , if you get lost -- '' `` I 'll not get lost , and I must go , Prue . Maybe somebody is drowning out there . It 's not Ev , of course , but suppose it were ! That 's a good girl . '' Prue , with set face , had brought the lantern , resolutely choking back the words of fear and protest that rushed to her lips . They hurried down to the shore and Natty sprang into the little skiff he used for rowing . He hastily lashed the lantern in the stern , cast loose the painter , and lifted the oars . `` I 'll be back as soon as possible , '' he called to Prue . `` Wait here for me . '' In a minute the shore was out of sight , and Natty found himself alone in the black fog , with no guide but the cries for help , which already were becoming fainter . They seemed to come from the direction of Little Bear , and thither Natty rowed .
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