“The island—” he reiterated. “We were wrecked—had to swim for it. Don’t you remember?”
Suddenly she gained full control of her waking senses.
“I know. I know now, Bill. Guess I’ve been asleep. Ugh! I’m soaking. What did you wake me for? At least, I was comfortable!”
“Come to breakfast and dry clothes. You’ll get pneumonia if you stay here. Do you think you can walk? You’re a pretty husky armful, but I guess I can carry you to the boat if I must.” He grinned at her.
Dorothy was stiff and weary but she fairly jumped to her feet.
“What boat? Where is it?”
Bill told her.
“But you said ‘dry clothes and breakfast’—”
They were hurrying along the beach.
“That’s right. She’s got plenty of food aboard—and one of the lockers is packed with clothes. There are even dry towels, think of that! Those guys had her provisioned and equipped for a long trip.”