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"Look, look," he had cried as the two scouts stood aghast. "The Cape Peril light is out!"

The lads' hearts almost stopped beating as they stared wildly into the gloom at the dark curtain of the horizon against which, by the faint glow of the few stars peeping through the clouds, the lighthouse was faintly outlined in shadow. The din and hullabaloo of wind and waves, struggling like two fiends, heightened the horror of the mystery.

"He's—he's dead!" stuttered out Cat, with an exclamation, as Cap'n Buffum's prediction flashed on his mind.

Turner appeared to give no heed to his words.

"And look, look there!" The man thrust a finger out towards the sea.

In the distance a rocket was showering the sky with a cluster of bursting stars. Then, the pall of darkness settled once more. 163