Chapter XXV: A Surprise

"Poor, poor girl!" murmured Cora. She was bending over the unknown who had been rescued from the raft. The girl lay in a stupor on a couch in the living room, having been made as comfortable as possible under the circumstances, the girls having ministered to her with the aid of Mrs. Chester.

"I wonder who she can be?" said Belle.

"We shall have to interview some of those who were saved from the wreck," spoke Bess. "One or two of the women, and two of the men are still here, staying with some of the fishermen, I think."

"They might know," remarked Eline, "but if we could look at the passenger list that would tell."

"Where could we get it?" asked Cora.

"The captain may have saved it, but of course he is gone. Perhaps he took it with him."

"I'll ask my father," said Rosalie. "The captain may have left it, or a copy of it, at the lighthouse. I'll ask Daddy."

The lighthouse maid had gotten out of her bathing suit on the arrival of the motor boat in the cove, and, in her ordinary attire had come over to the bungalow where the rescued girl was still in a state of unconsciousness.

"That will be a good idea," said Cora. "I wish you would. But I don't see why that doctor doesn't hurry. Perhaps we had better telephone again."

"I'll do it," offered Belle. "But perhaps we ought to try and revive her ourselves--some ammonia--" and she looked at Cora questioningly.

"I had rather not," was the answer. "We don't know what injury we might do her. She may have been struck on the head, or something like that. I had rather a doctor would examine her. Poor creature. Who can she be?"

No one could tell. The strange girl was pretty, and her light brown hair, now drying out, clustered around her pale face that looked so much like death that the motor girls were greatly affected by it.

"Her people must be terribly worried about her," said Eline, softly. "Just think of it! They will read of the wreck in the newspapers, and see the list of those saved. Her name will not be among them, and they will think her drowned."

"That is so," agreed Cora. "Oh, why doesn't that doctor hurry? If we could revive her she would tell her name and we could notify her folks. I've a good notion----"

Cora started for the telephone just as the bell rang. Cora snapped the receiver down from the hook.

"Yes--yes!" the others heard her say eagerly. "Oh, that is too bad! Your car has broken down while you were coming here? Yes, of course we want you! We have a strange case here. Wait! I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll come for you in my own car!"

Cora turned to her friends.

"Just think of it!" she cried. "Dr. Brown's car broke down while he was on his way here. He's over at Siconset and I'll go over and get him."

"Then take our car!" suggested Bess. "It's just been filled with oil and gasoline. Yours may not have any in."

"I will, thank you. You come with me, Bess; Belle and Eline can look after things until we get back. It isn't far."

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Belle. "What--what will I do if she wakes up?"

"Oh, don't be nervous!" exclaimed Cora, vigorously. "If she comes to her senses so much the better. Get her something warm to drink. She may be starving."

"Very likely she is," said Mrs. Chester. "Run along, Cora. We'll look after things here. Bring the doctor as soon as you can."

Outside Cora found Jack and the other boys anxiously waiting news of what was going on. They cried:

"Who is she?"

"Has she come to yet?"

"How did she happen to be on the raft?"

"Has she told you her story?"

"I can't stop to talk now!" she replied. "I've got to go for the doctor. Jack, be a good boy, and run the _Flyaway_ out for me. Bess and I are going in that for Dr. Brown. He----"

"Didn't you telephone for him long ago?"

"Yes, but his car broke down."

"I see. I'll have the flyer here in a minute. Don't you want my car? It's lighter."

"Or mine?" asked Norton eagerly, anxious to be of some service.

"Thank you both--no. Bess and I will make out all right. We don't know who the girl is, nor what's the matter. Get the car, Jack, do."

The boys, who had come back from their little trip shortly after the girls had made the strange rescue, talked about the happening, while Jack ran the _Flyaway_ out from the shed where it was kept with the other cars. Soon Cora and Bess were on their way to pick up the physician.

"She must have received a blow on the head. That is the only way I can account for her long stupor. Or perhaps she has received some severe mental shock. Of course the exposure and the fright of the wreck would add to it."

It was Dr. Brown who spoke this way after examining the girl from the raft. Cora and Bess had made good time to get the medical man and bring him back to the bungalow.

"But she is coming around now," went on the physician. "We will have her opening her eyes in a moment."

"Perhaps the sight of this may help her when she begins to come to her senses," suggested Rosalie, bringing in the suitcase that had been on the raft with the girl. "She seemed to value it very much, to take it with her in the time of the excitement of the wreck," she went on. The bag had been lost sight of in the confusion of bringing the strange girl to the bungalow and in sending for the doctor. In fact, the other girls had almost forgotten that such a thing existed.

Rosalie now brought it in, sodden and damp from the sea water. She placed it on the floor near the couch on which the girl lay.

Idly Cora glanced at the suitcase. Some letters on it caught her eyes. They were partly obliterated, either by abrasion, or the action of the sea water, but Cora could see that they formed a name. She leaned forward, and read half aloud:

"Nancy Ford."

"Girls! Girls!" Cora exclaimed. "Look--we have found her--the missing girl that Mrs. Raymond wanted so much to find. Nancy Ford! There she is!" and she pointed to the girl on the couch.

"Nancy Ford!" repeated Belle. "Who----"

"You don't mean to say you don't remember?" cried Cora. "The fire in our garage--the strange woman--the story she told--of the robbers--of Nancy Ford disappearing. There is Nancy Ford!"

"Look! her name is on the valise!" Cora pointed a slightly-trembling finger at it. "She is our waif from the sea. Oh, if she will explain things--if only everything is all right--and we could find Mrs. Raymond!"

"Perhaps--perhaps the missing money is in--that bag, girls!" whispered Belle.

The doctor turned around.

"Please keep a little quiet," he suggested. "She will revive in a few seconds, and I don't want her to have too much of a shock. She will be all right, I think."

"To think that we have found Nancy Ford!" exclaimed Cora in a tense voice, but the room was so silent just then that it sounded louder than it otherwise would have done.

"Who is calling me?" came suddenly from the girl on the sofa. She sat up, looked around with big, staring eyes, in which the wonder grew as she noted the room and those in it.

"Who said Nancy Ford?" she demanded again.

"Easy, my dear, easy," said Dr. Brown, softly. "You are with friends and you are all right. Drink this," and he held some medicine to her lips. The girl drank unresistingly and then lay back again on the pillows.