back to your house, and get some coffee and a kettle. I think a cup
of coffee would refresh these men wonderfully."

"Oh, yes, Lucy," said Ollie, "run--run quickly. Tell Milly to help you.
I saw Sambo here a moment ago--oh, here he is. Sambo, Sambo, go back to
the house with Miss Lucy and help her bring some things which she
wants."

Lucy and Sambo were off in a hurry, and as soon as they were gone Ollie
gathered all the drift-wood she could find, and proceeded immediately to
brighten up the fire, which had nearly died away. She worked steadily
and quietly, and by the time she had a bright blaze Lucy reappeared with
a big package of coffee, a pot, and a pail of water. They filled the pot
and put it over the fire and waited for it to boil. It seemed a long
time before the steam began to rise, but gradually it became more and
more dense, until at last the cover of the pot began to dance up and
down, and the delightful bubbling sound greeted their ears which told
that the water was boiling.

The coffee was already in the coffee-pot, and in a short time the
grateful fragrance rose upon the air.

"Oh, oh," said Ollie, "we have neither milk nor sugar!"

"I never thought of that," said Lucy, in a disappointed tone, "but I
know they must have some at the lifesaving-station."

"I knows where they keeps it, miss, for I used to be on the crew once,"
said Sambo; "I'll be back in a jiffy with it."

So off went Sambo. The sugar was found, but alas, there was no milk.

"Never mind," said Ollie; "they must take it as it is. It will do them
just as much good."

[Illustration: Man in the surf]

Now all this time the brave men of the life-saving station had been hard
at work, drawing the car back and forth, and they had just brought in
the captain, who, as I said, stood faithfully by his ship until all on
board had been rescued, when some one shouted,

"A man--a man in the surf!" They rushed into the water and looked
anxiously before them. Yes, there he was, clinging to a piece of the
broken mast. His strength was almost gone, and just as a big wave was
about to break over him two strong pairs of hands seized and dragged him
almost exhausted to the shore.

"Would you like some hot coffee? Would you like some hot coffee?"

"What's that I hear about hot coffee?" said one and another joyfully.
"Hot coffee! why, who has been good enough to think of that?"

"A cup of coffee would be a good thing," said Joe Brown; "for the fact