Just then the yacht rolled so that he had to grab the rail with one hand and Amy with the other, and both of them were well shaken up.
“Woof!” gasped Darry, as they came out of the smother of spray.
“Oh!” exploded Amy. “I swallowed a pail of water that time. Ugh! How bitter the sea is. Now, Darry, I guess we’ll have to send out signals, sha’n’t we?”
“How can we? I’ve tried the old radio already. She is as dumb as the proverbial oyster with the lockjaw.”
“Jessie is going to fix it,” said Amy, with some confidence.
“Yes she is! She’s some smart girl, I admit,” her brother observed. “But I guess that is a job that will take an expert.”
“You just see!” cried Amy. “You think she can’t do anything because she’s a girl.”
“Bless you! Girls equal the men nowadays. I hold Jessie as little less than a wonder. But if a thing can’t be done——”
“That is what you think because you tried it and failed.”
“Huh!”