“Hey!” he called into the loud speaker, “what’s up? Are we going north by east—”
“North by east is right. Oh, Johnny!” Doris apologized, “I didn’t let you know, but they have the sails up, and we’re traveling in a circle. We think that will keep you off the rocks. The chart is not very clear, but we can cruise around for hours if—if it is necessary.”
“Hours!” Johnny groaned.
“Well, anyway—” Doris stopped, abruptly. Then:
“Johnny! You’re saved! The mate just told me the hoist will be working again any minute now!”
“Hooray!” Johnny shouted. “Hooray! We live again! Boy-oh-boy!”
“Yes, Johnny,”—the girl’s voice went husky, “it will be good to see you!”
Ten minutes later, Johnny was going up. Slowly, surely, the dense darkness passed. The blue black of early dawn was changing places with glorious hues, and then came the light of a rapidly passing day.
As he tumbled from the steel ball Johnny placed a box of plates carefully on the deck.
“There you are!” he exclaimed. “Pictures I’ll really live to see!”