"By Jove! It will!" exclaimed Ralph. "We ought to get some bang-up excitement!"
But the thing that happened was what they had all been silently dreading—the fate which only Louise had mentioned, that night in the hotel sitting-room.
About noon—off the coast of Florida—Jim Valier spotted an overturned old motor-boat, bouncing helplessly about on the ocean!
[Chapter XVII]
On to Cuba
When the storm came at dawn on the thirtieth of June, it awakened Linda first. As the rain descended upon the slickers that covered the girls, and upon their faces, Dot merely buried her head sleepily under the raincoat, but Linda sat bolt upright on the bed of leaves.
The wind was howling about the lonely island, and the rain was pouring down in sheets. The blackness of it all was terrifying, yet she knew that she must get up.
"Dot!" she whispered, hoarsely. "Wake up!"
Her companion opened her eyes sleepily as she pushed the slicker aside.