It was true indeed; taking turns at the glasses, the girls watched the yacht push off into the ocean.
"And here we are—and there's the Ladybug!" remarked Linda, grimly. "Just out of reach! The question is—how to get to her."
"Swim," suggested Dot.
"Maybe you could, Dot. But I'd be afraid of sharks."
"No, I don't think I'll try it either. Besides, the currents probably awfully strong."
"Oh, if Jackson and Hal would only rescue us now!" lamented Linda. "I wouldn't treat them a bit coolly."
The truth of that situation flashed upon Dot.
"Was it Jackson Carter who rescued you before, Linda?" she asked.
Linda blushed. "Yes—it was," she admitted.
"Then why did you treat him so cruelly? I should think you would have been everlastingly grateful."