There were twelve people on Harker's Rock. Daniel Donovan was with Mrs Dawson and her
children, and there were eight other people near them. The wreck of the Forfarshire was behind them, between them and the lighthouse. They were nearly dead with wet and cold. Every two minutes, whitewater fell on them. Daniel had lost his coat, and the wind cut through his thin shirt like a knife. His hands and legs were red with blood. Mrs Dawson was crying and sat with her arms around her two small children. Mr Robb prayed in a loud voice without stopping. Thomas Buchanan and the other men sat together, too cold to move. One man had a broken leg. The waves got bigger, and the people on the rock moved closer together. After half an hour Mr Robb, the church man, stopped praying. Daniel looked at him. He was lying on the rock, his face white and cold. His eyes were open, but he did not see Daniel's hand in front of his face. He was dead. Daniel and James Kelly climbed to the top of the rock, but at first the others did not move - they were too cold, too tired, too frightened. Thomas Buchanan had to hit them and push them to the top of the rock., the lighthouse stood still and quiet. A few minutes later, the light stopped flashing. But they saw nobody. Only Daniel and Thomas Buchanan stayed on top of the rock. They waved and shouted and cried, but they saw no one. Their faces were as cold as death, and salty and wet from the sea.