“Oh!” cried Jessie, eagerly, pouncing on the small object that Burd held out to her. “I know what that is.”
“Then you beat me. I don’t,” declared Burd.
“Let’s see what else there is,” said Darry, diving into the box. “I left you to get out the parts, Burd; you know I did.”
“Oh, splash!” exclaimed his friend. “We might as well admit that we don’t know as much about radio as these girls. They leave us lashed to the post.”
But Jessie and Amy did not even feel what at another time Amy would have called “augmented ego.” The occasion was too serious.
The day was passing into evening, and a very solemn evening it was. The wind whined through the strands of the wire rigging. The waves knocked the yacht about. The passengers all felt weary and forlorn.
The two girl chums felt the situation less acutely than anybody else, perhaps, because they were so busy. That radio had to be repaired. That is what Jessie told Amy, and Amy agreed. The safety of the whole yacht’s company seemed dependent upon what the two radio girls could do.
“And we must not fall down on it, Jess,” Amy said vigorously. “How goes it now?”
“This thing that Burd found goes right in here. We have got to reset a good part of the circuit to do it. I don’t see how the boys could have made such a mistake.”
“Proves what I have always maintained,” declared Amy Drew. “We girls are smarter than those boys, even if the said boys do go to college. Bah! What is college, anyway?”