`` Then nothing can be done , '' said Alan despairingly . `` It will be dark long before I can get to the village . '' Lynde stepped out , tying a shawl around her head . `` Let us go around to the Point , '' she said . `` Have you matches ? No ? Emily , get some . We must light a bonfire at least . And bring Father 's glass . '' `` It is not a fit night for you to be out , '' said Alan anxiously . `` You are sheltered here -- you do n't feel it -- but it 's a fearful storm down there . '' `` I am not afraid of the storm . It will not hurt me . Let us hurry . It is growing dark already . '' In silence they breasted their way to the shore and around the headland . Arriving opposite Philip 's Point , a lull in the sleet permitted them to see the sunken schooner and the clinging figure . Lynde waved her hand to him and they saw him wave back . `` It wo n't be necessary to light a fire now that he has seen us , '' said Lynde . `` Nothing can be done with village help till morning and that man can never cling there so long .
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