"Marigold, ahoy!" shouted a well-known voice across the heaving sea.
"Daddy!" screamed Jessie, springing up and dropping her cup and saucer, likewise to utter ruin. "It's Daddy Norwood!"
The big tug wallowed nearer. She carried wireless, too, and the Marigold's company believed, at once, that Jessie's message had been received aboard the Pocahontas.
"But—then—how did Daddy Norwood come aboard of her?" Jessie demanded.
This was not explained until later when the six passengers were taken aboard the tug and hawsers were passed from the sinking yacht to the very efficient Pocahontas.
"And a pretty penny it will cost, so the skipper says, to get her towed to port," Darry complained.
"Say!" ejaculated Burd, "suppose she didn't find us at all and we were paddling around in that boat and on the life raft? That would take the permanent wave out of your hair, old grouch!"
The girls, however, and Dr. Stanley as well, begged Mr. Norwood to explain how he had come in search of the Marigold and had arrived so opportunely.
"Nothing easier," said the lawyer. "When the operator at the lighthouse station got your message——"