"They won't be back for some time," declared Betty. "See, they have just reached the boat, and in time, too, I think. A little later she would have been on the rocks."
Allen and his chums had indeed been fortunate in saving the Pocohontas. Through the clearing air the girls watched them preparing to tow the motor craft back.
"It will be some time before they can come for us," repeated Betty. "We might as well go on."
"But they won't know where we are," objected Grace, who did not altogether relish the idea of walking. She was wearing shoes with very high heels.
"They'll understand," responded Betty. "See, they are looking this way. I'll give them some sign language they'll understand," and she began waving her arms, and pointing in the direction of Ocean View, down the coast.
"Who in the world will understand that?" demanded Mollie.
"Allen will," answered Betty.
"Oh!" exclaimed Mollie with a laugh. "Then this isn't the first time you have talked with him in sign language."
"Silly!" protested Betty. "Come on, girls," and she strode off down the wet sands. The rain had almost stopped.
"This is better than waiting back in that hut," observed Mollie, walking beside the Little Captain.