“And we might build a smoke-fire,” suggested Zan.
“Yes, do that. Then we can signal them that we are lost,” chuckled Jane, running to gather red pine bark.
Finally, the steam whistle on the launch signalled that the boys had seen the smoke and flag, and later the launch beached where it made a good landing-place.
The girls helped the sailors transport their luggage from the launch to the clearing on the cliff, and Zan remarked: “I see you brought the aqua-plane.”
“Bet your life! Betsy would have sent us back for it had we forgotten to bring it,” laughed Fred, as he climbed the sandy side of the cliff.
Once on top where he found the Guide and other girls making camp, he said: “Where are the other boys? Fishing?”
“No, we never met each other as planned. I think they are camping at some other spot,” said Zan.
“They’ll hunt us up quick enough when it’s time for supper. You see we brought the hampers,” laughed Jane.
Fred looked serious, however. “We had a dreadful time rounding the Island where the sea sweeps in through the Narrows. It was all we could do to stem the current. Even as it was, we had to go way out of our road to avoid the swift tide.”
“You don’t think anything could have happened to them, do you?” cried Zan, anxiously.