The light moved first to the north, then in the other direction, until finally it became steady and was heading straight for the party in distress.
"Wave your lantern," suggested Cora. "They may not be able to see it as it stands."
Ed stood on the seat and circled the light about his head.
Breathlessly they stood there—waiting, wondering and watching.
"I'm going to call," said Bess, at the same moment shouting, "Walter!" at the top of her voice.
"C-o-m-ing!" came the reply, and this time it was an open question whether Bess hugged Ed or Jack.
"Now we will be all right," breathed Belle. "Oh, I shall never want to see a motor boat again! The Flyaway is good enough for me."
"Yes, I fancy a motor on the earth myself," Cora agreed, "but, of course, a little experience like this adds to our general knowledge. I hope Walter is all right."
"Just hear him laugh," said Jack, as a chuckle came over the water. "Likely he has struck up with some mermaid. It would be just Wallie's luck."
The merry voices that could now be heard were reassuring indeed. Nearer and nearer they came, until the girls actually became interested to the extent of arranging side combs and otherwise attending to little niceties, dear to the heart of all girls.