And it did not fail them, for, as Sally watched through her binoculars, a dark spot appeared at the center of the fading light.
“It’s Danny!” she cried. “It just has to be!”
And it was. The small bottle of chemicals was not a dream but a blessed reality. Danny had discovered it and had used it at just the right time.
As they circled low, he stood up and waved excitedly.
Fred got off a message to the boat. They promised to send a fast power boat to the spot at once. After that there was nothing left to do but circle over the spot and wait.
As Sally’s eye caught the gray spot that was the rescue boat, a sudden impulse seized her.
“Fred, I’m going to jump,” she said.
“What? Take to the parachute? Why? We’ve got plenty of gas for getting back to the ship.”
“All the same I’m going to jump. I want to be with Danny when the boat arrives. Nothing will happen to me. I’ve done it before.” Sally pulled off her shoes.
“All right,” he agreed. “But wait until the boat is almost here.”