“If there were a light,” whispered the girl, “how gorgeously mysterious it’d be. How—
“Look!” she exclaimed. “Do you see it? A green arrow out there on the sea?”
“No—oo,” Johnny said, after a moment of gazing. “I can’t see it. Must have been a reflection of that other light. That often happens, you—”
“No!” The girl said, emphatically. “There! I saw it again!”
“Perhaps I’m color-blind,” said Johnny after another long look. “But I just don’t see it!”
At that he turned around to continue his study of that land light.
“It’s strange,” he murmured. “I can’t quite count the lights, but they do go on and off. Irregularly, too. It must be a signal. But what are they saying?”
“And to whom?” the girl added.
“Well,” she sighed a moment later, “we’ll not learn the answer, at least not tonight. Because it’s gone!”
“So it is,” said Johnny, after a long look at the island.