Dot dimpled, but shook her head.
“You needn’t worry about that, Linda,” she said. “But if the time ever comes, I’ll tell you what you can do: Get married yourself! And then you’ll have a chum who won’t ever desert you!”
“I’m not so sure about that—these days.... Now, shall we have our breakfast?”
“I’m all for it,” agreed Dot, sitting down to the pleasant meal they had just cooked.
The boat bringing Chase with the gasoline did not arrive until eleven o’clock. It took some little time to get the tanks of gasoline into shore, for the men dared load only one at a time on the rowboat. And Chase had brought three.
“Greetings!” he called to the girls, as the small boat approached. “You’re still alive? Nothing happened during the night?”
Dot laughed merrily.
“You sound like Linda’s aunt, Bert. She always expects the worst.”
“Well, I didn’t really think there was anything much you girls couldn’t conquer. Only something like a big tide, that would sweep the whole island away.”
He filled the empty tanks of the autogiro, and put the other two cans into the passenger’s cockpit. As soon as the rowboat pulled off, the young man turned excitedly to the girls.