“The light has vanished!” Lena exclaimed suddenly.
It was true. The light had blinked out.
Still the plane came down, rapidly. There seemed no stopping it now. After breathing a prayer, Betty began to count. One, two, three, four—she had reached twelve when there came the sound of a muffled crash.
“Now, if only we can save them,” she thought with a tightening of her throat. And yet, after all, who were they?
While Lena kept the boat at its utmost speed, Betty stood in the prow and strained her eyes for some sign of the wreck.
At last her vigil was rewarded.
“There’s a tiny light. But perhaps that’s the one that disappeared.”
“It is not that one!” Lena headed straight for it.
The light grew brighter. A dark bulk loomed ahead. Betty heard a voice calling. A woman’s voice. That, she thought, was strange.
They came closer. “Are you hurt?” she called.