_The Broken Motor-Boat_
The two girls continued to stand perfectly still on the sand, gazing at
the retreating autogiro, which apparently was flying out farther over
the ocean, and circling about in a strange manner.
"Why don't they fly towards the coast--towards Georgia?" demanded Dot,
in bewilderment.
Linda took her spyglasses out of her pocket, and squinted through them
at the plane.
"I see a boat!" she exclaimed. "It must be that yacht the gang had
arrangements with--to pick up the stuff they steal.... Yes, and that's
another island.... Look, Dot--see if I'm right."
The other girl took the glasses, and confirmed Linda's statement.
"Yes, it is.... And the Ladybug's landing on it.... Two people getting
out--must be Susie and the Doc--and boarding the boat.... Linda!
They're leaving the plane on the island!"
It was true indeed; taking turns at the glasses, the girls watched the
yacht push off into the ocean.
"And here we are--and there's the Ladybug!" remarked Linda, grimly.
"Just out of reach! The question is--how to get to her."
"Swim," suggested Dot.
"Maybe you could, Dot. But I'd be afraid of sharks."
"No, I don't think I'll try it either. Besides, the currents probably
awfully strong."
"Oh, if Jackson and Hal would only rescue us now!" lamented Linda. "I
wouldn't treat them a bit coolly."
The truth of that situation flashed upon Dot.
"Was it Jackson Carter who rescued you before, Linda?" she asked.
Linda blushed. "Yes--it was," she admitted.
"Then why did you treat him so cruelly? I should think you would have
been everlastingly grateful."
"I was. Till his mother snubbed me--and he even doubted that I was a
nice girl, just because I was traveling about alone. Then, when you
introduced me, he wanted to be friends. Naturally I was hurt."
"I don't blame you! But Mrs. Carter is terribly old-fashioned."
While they were talking they had been slowly advancing towards the
beach. Suddenly Linda spied a pile of articles near the spot where the
autogiro had taken off.
"Look, Dot!" she cried. "There's our stuff on the shore! The basket!
My over-night bag--and I guess that other box is my tool kit, that I
always keep in the plane! Come on!"
Breathlessly they dashed down to the shore and found that their
belongings had indeed been tossed out of the autogiro.
"This proves that Susie's our friend!" cried Linda, hopefully. "She
must have done this."
"Fine friend--to steal the plane!" returned Dot. "She didn't have to go
with that man!"
"Maybe not.... I'm afraid I can't understand her," mourned Linda. "Half
good, and half bad----"
"Don't worry about Susie," urged her companion. "We have enough to
think about for ourselves.... Still, it is nice that we eat tonight.
Aren't we lucky to have that food?"
Dot's forced cheerfulness brought their wretched plight back to Linda.
How selfish she had been, to drag this other girl into this wretched
business, when she came South to enjoy a holiday!
"Oh, Dot!" she wailed, "I can't tell you how sorry I am--about bringing
you in on this! I had no right to let you come. Your mother will never
forgive me. It was different with Lou. When she set out on those wild
adventures with me, her parents knew what to expect."
"Cheer up, we're not dead yet," was the reassuring reply. "Things
aren't so black. Our enemy is safely out of the country, I take it, and
Captain Magee is sure to look us up soon, when he doesn't hear from us.
Besides, a friendly boat may come along at any minute."
"Dot, you're one girl in a thousand!" cried Linda, giving her chum a
hug. "You're just an old peach, not to be complaining. And for my own
sake, I'm so thankful you're with me! Just imagine how I'd feel all
alone!"
"Well, let's enjoy ourselves while the food lasts. Let's carry it
inshore farther, and find a camping place. You have matches in your
pocket?"
"Always!" replied Linda, thinking of her experience in Canada, when she
had lost her matches with her plane. "I keep my pockets as full as a
man's now, so if I am separated from my plane, I'm not helpless."
"Wise girl! You're learning, Linda. In a year or two you can do
exploring, like Byrd--if there are any places left to explore."
"I guess Aunt Emily will make me sit home with folded hands after
this," remarked Linda, soberly. "If we aren't rescued soon, it will be
bound to get into the newspapers."
She stooped over and opened her tool-box, in which she carried all
sorts of things besides actual tools. A flash-light, a knife, wire and
string, even nails and nuts. And down in the corner she found several
cans of food, which she thought the bandits had taken out when they
emptied the plane of its gas that first day in the swamp.
"This is going to be a big help," she said. "We might even build a
boat----"
"Out of underbrush?" asked Dot, sarcastically. "Why, there isn't a
decent tree on the whole island."
"I'm afraid you're right," sighed Linda. "Well, come on--let's get
farther in, and take this money out of our clothing. Money can be a
nuisance sometimes," she added, jokingly.
They picked up their possessions, Linda taking the tool-box, and Dot
the bag and basket of food, and hunted the shadiest spot they could
find for their camp. Then they set about diligently unloading the
money, and stuffing it into the over-night bag, which they first
emptied of its contents.
"Let's see what we have to keep us alive," suggested Dot, peering into
the basket. "Three quarters of a chicken, ten oranges, almost a whole
cake, four bananas, and eight rolls, besides that stuff you found. And
one thermos bottle full of water--and another half full."
"It's the lack of water that's going to make it hardest," observed
Linda. "If only the ocean weren't salty."
"Well, maybe we shan't even need all this! If we rig up some kind of
signal of distress----"
"What shall we use? Clothing?"
"We might take hundred dollar bills," laughed Dot. "They're the most
worthless things we have now."
"True. Only think how glad the people will be to get them back. Mrs.
Carter, for instance.... I have it!" exclaimed Linda, brightly. "Our
pajamas! Lucky we put them into the bag! We won't need them in the
day-time, and no boat could see a signal at night anyway."
"Good idea!" approved her chum. "Now let's leave all this stuff here,
and explore the island. We might find something--and anyhow, it will
give us something to do."
Arm in arm they returned to the beach, where the sand was harder, and
began to circle the island. They had gone half way around--to the
opposite shore--when they both spied the old motor boat at the same
moment. So great was their joy that they jumped up and down, hugging
each other wildly.
"Of course that's what the man came in!" cried Linda. "We might have
known he and Susie couldn't swim the ocean!"
They started to race to the boat, and arrived together. Dot immediately
set about examining it for leaks, while Linda gave her attention to
the engine.
"It's broken," she said. "But I'm sure I can fix it. You know how I
love to take motors apart. Just give me a day----"
"Darling, you can have a week if you want!" agreed Dot, wild with
happiness and relief. "We can make our food last."
"A day or maybe two ought to be enough. Then we can get to that other
island and retrieve the Ladybug, before anybody even misses us!"
"It seems to be pretty sound," said Dot. "No leaks, or anything. And
there are even a couple of oars in the bottom, if the engine won't go."
"Oars wouldn't take us far, with such a heavy boat. But I'm sure I can
fix the motor, and there's a can of gasoline here, besides what's in
the tank.... But I don't believe I better start now--I'd just get it
apart, and the daylight would be gone. I'll get up early tomorrow...."
"Suits me," agreed the other. "Now let's go back to our camp and fix
some supper."
Both girls felt exceedingly cheerful as they collected sticks and
lighted a fire. From one of Linda's cans they took out tea, but the
rest they left unopened. The beans and jam and biscuits would keep
until after the picnic food was gone.
"I have a bright idea," remarked Dot, as she ate a leg of chicken. "Why
couldn't we make chicken soup, out of the bones and sea-water? You
have to put salt in it anyway, don't you?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid it would be too salty. It would make us so thirsty
we'd want to drink all our water at once.... Still, we might try. We
wouldn't be wasting anything."
"Too bad we haven't sore throats," said Dot, still in a mood for joking.
"Sore throats!" repeated Linda, in amazement. "What's the connection
between chicken soup and sore throats?"
"Nothing--I was only trying to think up ways to use salt water. We
always have to gargle with salt water, at home, when we have sore
throats. Doesn't your Aunt Emily make you do that?"
Her companion laughed. "No, we always use Listerine. But it's an idea.
Think up some more, Dot--we'll get some uses for it yet!"
They drank very sparingly of the water in the thermos bottle--one cup
apiece--and decided to limit themselves to that at each meal. Sometimes
they would substitute oranges--how thankful they were that they had
brought so many!
Their light-hardheartedness diminished as the sun went down and
darkness settled over the island. The loneliness of the night, the
solemn roar of the ocean, the isolation of the island, appalled them.
Not a human being except themselves--not a human sound!
But they had each other, and this comfort was so overwhelming to Linda,
that it shut out all her other troubles. She could not help exulting
every few minutes over the joy of having a companion, and Dot was
thankful that she was there, so long as Linda had to meet with such a
fate. Yes, surely, they would make the best of things.
They slept well that night, for the sand, covered with leaves the girls
had plucked, made a soft bed. A breeze from the ocean was so cooling
that Linda had to pull their slickers over them as a covering. The
stars shone in a friendly sky; hand in hand, as Linda and Lou had so
often slept, the two girls dropped off into unconsciousness.
Their first thought upon awakening, after remembering where they were,
was the autogiro. Their second was the motor-boat. They could not eat
any breakfast until they had made sure that both of these were still
safe.
"That island doesn't look very far away, does it?" Dot remarked, after
they had satisfied themselves upon these two questions.
"No, it doesn't," agreed Linda, taking out her spyglasses. "Only, you
can't tell by appearances--they're so deceiving on the ocean."
They went back to their camp and breakfasted on oranges and rolls,
finishing off with chocolate cake.
"Because we might as well enjoy it while it is fresh," Dot said
laughingly. Neither girl ever had to worry about indigestion.
All day long Linda worked on the engine, with her companion at her
side, watching her in admiration. All that day and the next. On
the evening of the twenty-ninth of June she announced that she was
finished. The engine was condescending to run!
"Tomorrow we get the Ladybug!" Linda announced, exultantly. "And get
back to Jacksonville in time to keep our engagements for July first!"
They were very happy as they sat beside their camp fire that night,
eating their supper of baked beans and crackers and oranges. Happy and
light-hearted, never thinking to glance at the sky, and to guess the
meaning of the dark clouds that were gathering. Had they only done
so, they might have gone to the autogiro that night in their repaired
motor-boat--and saved their relatives and friends all the anguish and
anxiety that they were to experience during the coming days.
But neither Linda nor Dot gave the weather a thought; they went to
sleep that night in the joyful expectation of returning to Jacksonville
the following day.
At dawn the storm came, pouring down upon them in torrents, arousing
the ocean to terrifying waves, shutting out the sight of the island
where the autogiro was waiting--imprisoning the girls once more in
their desolate loneliness. And now practically all of their food was
gone!