Larry had his first sight of a rescue by means of the breeches buoy. The apparatus, including a small cannon or mortar, had been brought from the life-saving station on a wagon, pulled by the men along the beach. The first act was to dig a deep hole in the sand, some distance back from the surf. This was to hold the anchor, to which was attached the shore end of the heavy rope, on which, presently, persons from the wreck might be hauled ashore. Once the anchor was in the hole, and covered with sand, firmly packed down, arrangements were made to get a line to the vessel. "Put in a heavy charge!" cried Captain Needam. "We'll need lots of powder to get the shot aboard in the teeth of this wind!" Several men grouped about the brass cannon and rapidly loaded the weapon. Then, instead of a cannon ball, they put in a long, solid piece of iron, shaped like the modern shell, with a pointed nose. To this projectile was attached a long, thin, but very strong line. "Are they going to fire that at the ship?" asked Larry, who was not very familiar with nautical matters. "They hope to have it land right on deck, or carry the line over," said Bailey, who paused in his work of helping the men to lay out from the wagon parts of the apparatus. Larry watched intently. Now and then he gazed out to the ship, a speck of black amid white foam, for the seas were breaking over her. At the side of the cannon was a box, containing the line, one end of which was fastened to the projectile. The rope was coiled in a peculiar cris-cross manner, to prevent it being tangled as it paid rapidly out when the shot was fired. "All ready?" called Captain Needam, as he looked at his men. "Ready, sir," answered George Tucker. "Put in the primer!" ordered the chief of the life savers. One of the men inserted a percussion fuse in the touchhole of the mortar. The captain grasped a lanyard. The men all stood at attention, waiting to see the effect of the shot. Captain Needam sighted over the muzzle of the cannon. It was pointed so as to clear the stern of the ship, but this was necessary, as the high wind would carry the projectile to one side. The arm of the captain stiffened. The lanyard tauted. There was a spark at the breach of the mortar, a sharp crackle as the primer ignited, and then a dull boom as the charge was fired. Through the mist of rain Larry saw a black object shooting out toward the ship. After it trailed the long thin line, like a tail to a kite. It was scarcely a moment later that there sounded a gun from the ship. "Good!" cried Captain Needam. "The shot went true!" "That was the ship signalling that they had the line," explained Bailey, shouting the words in Larry's ear. From the shore to the ship there now stretched out a long thin rope. Larry had no time to wonder what would happen next.