“Come on,” said Doris. “It will soon be dark, and I must get back to the boat. They may want to put out, in search of Johnny and Samatan.”
“You’re right,” said Mildred. “We must be starting back. But—I’m coming back here again!”
“Alone?” Doris stared.
“Perhaps.”
The journey back to the Kennedy home was made in silence.
By the time the girls had eaten their evening meal it was completely dark. Wandering down to the beach they listened to the diminishing roar of the sea, and watched its strange blackness against the moon’s golden light.
“There’s a light!” Doris exclaimed.
“Yes, sir! And it blinks!” Mildred became excited.
After watching for a full minute, she suddenly threw her arms around her companion to exclaim: “Oh! Doris! That’s Johnny! It is—it surely is! Sometimes he blinks his light from the ship that way—one, two, three—one, two, three! Oh, it’s wonderful! Aren’t you glad?”
“Of course I’m glad,” said Doris. “But then—men always do manage to get back one way or another, don’t they?”