"I shouldn't wonder," answered Jim. "Her knows a power of things by this
time, her does;" but he spoke absently, as though his thoughts were far
away, and he kept moving across to one of the small windows which looked
out over the wild tossing sea, as though to make sure that there was no
indication of the presence of any vessel in distress on the horizon. Pat
grew nervous at the silence of the man, and the furious noises of the
raging storm without, and crept downstairs to his mother again.
By this time it was getting very dark. The tide was rising--a high spring
tide--and the waves seemed to come thundering against the very walls of
the lighthouse itself, making them shake to their foundations. Pat often
looked anxiously into his father's face to know what he thought about it;
but he knew the tower was safe, and was only thinking of the perils of
others, like his wife.
"It is going to be a fearful night," he said, as he rose from the
tea-table. "There will be no sleep for either of us to-night, wife. We
must both watch whilst the gale blows like this. I'll send Jim down now to
get a bite and sup, and then he can join me up aloft. You and the child
can go to bed when you will. Only leave us a good fire here, and something
hot to take if we get chilled and wet."
"I shall not go to bed, Nat," answered Eileen. "I could not sleep, and I
shall keep my vigil for those poor souls who are in deadly peril to-night.
There be times when it seems heartless to lie down and sleep. If we were
in fearful danger ourselves, we should like to know that there were those
ashore praying for us, even though they knew not our names."
Nat kissed his wife and child, and his weather-beaten face looked tender.
"Well, well, my lass, please yourself, please yourself. It will make the
fireside brighter for a man to come to if you are there to-night."
"Mother," said Pat, coming up and laying a small hand on her knee, "may I
stay with you? May I keep a vigil, too? I know I could not sleep in my bed
with all this noise of wind and waves. Please let me stop up too."
"Very well, my child; until you grow sleepy you may. We will watch
together, and be ready to help the men, if help is needed. In such a
storm as this one never knows what will befall. We will be ready whatever
betide."
Jim came down to his tea next, and Pat eagerly asked him whether he had
ever known such a storm before. He was surprised that Jim was not more
filled with wonder at it than he was; but supposed that he had grown used
to such tempests, as indeed was the case, for no winter ever went by
without some such storm as the present one.
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