“Oh, no!” Johnny laughed. “Only a bat. You’d think—”
He stopped suddenly to stare at the distant hills. The next instant, with binoculars held to his eyes with one hand and a pencil in the other, he was recording a message.
“The green arrow speaks again,” he murmured softly. “Oh—Oh—now it’s gone! Snapped right off as if a fuse had blown.
“Oh, well—perhaps it will flash again, later.” He stuffed his notebook into his pocket.
“We’ll be leaving here soon,” Doris said quietly. “In two or three days, I think. Grandfather received a wireless today. And how I’m going to hate it.” She sighed. “This,” she spread her arms wide, “this has been grand! Moonlight on gorgeous waters! Strange tropical shores. Adventure!”
“And bats!” said Johnny, as one shot past his ear.
“But even they are different,” she insisted, smiling.
“Yes, I know,” Johnny agreed. “To go to strange places, to see new things, to find excitement, thrills, mystery and adventure—that’s life!”
“Is it for most people?” she whispered.
“Perhaps not,” he replied thoughtfully. “Most people like to be safe and comfortable, to go to the same places, to see the same people, do the same things. That’s their privilege, of course.”