“Y-you’ll t-t-take c-c-c-cold,” she said.
“No, I won’t,” said the Captain, “but you will.” Hinpoha made him take the tarpaulin as she began to warm through in the coat.
“It’s kind of fun,” she said in a natural voice again. “It’s a new experience.”
“Is there anything you girls don’t think is fun?” asked the Captain in an admiring tone. “Most girls would be wringing their hands and declaring they would never go out in a boat again. Aren’t you really afraid?”
“Not the least bit,” said Hinpoha emphatically.
“You’re a good sport,” said the Captain.
“‘Thank you kindly, sir, she said,’” replied Hinpoha. But she was pleased with the compliment, nevertheless, because she knew it was sincere. The Captain never said anything he did not mean.
They sat there drifting back and forth with the current for several hours, and then suddenly there 188 was a break in the white curtain and two bright eyes looked down at them from above. “It’s the Twins!” cried Hinpoha delightedly. “The Sailors’ Stars. They have come to guide us back. Don’t you remember, they’re always directly in front of us when we come home from St. Pierre in the evening.”
The fog was breaking and drifting away before a fresh breeze which had sprung up and first one star and then another came into view. Soon they could see a bright red light in the distance and knew it was a signal fire, which the folks on Ellen’s Isle had built to guide them. Hinpoha held her little bug light down while the Captain searched for the trouble in the launch engine and he was not long in discovering that it was nothing serious. A few pokes in her vitals and the launch began chugging again.
The whole family was lined up on the beach awaiting their arrival and they were welcomed back as though they had been gone a year. It was nearly nine o’clock. They had been out on the lake more than four hours.