Florence had all but drifted off to the land of dreams, when she fancied she heard the throb of a motor. The impression was half real, half dream. Reality struggled for a time with dream life. Dream life won, and she slept.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE “SPANK ME AGAIN”
Florence awoke with a start. She sat up abruptly, rubbing her eyes in a futile attempt to remember where she was.
“I am—” she muttered. “This is—”
A dull red glow met her eyes. Like a flash she knew. She and Tillie had started their second night on Goose Island. The red glow was their camp fire, burned low. She had been asleep for some time.
“But that sound!” She was now fully awake. A loud throbbing beat in upon her eardrums.
“It’s a boat! Some sort of motor boat!” she fairly screamed. “Tillie! Tillie! Wake up! There’s a boat!”
Tillie did wake up. She sprang to her feet to stare into the darkness at a spot where a dot of red light was cutting its way through the night.
“He’s passing!” she exclaimed. “It’s that boy in the ‘Spank Me Again.’ He has not seen our fire. We must scream.”
Scream they did, fairly splitting their lungs. And with the most astonishing results.