It will be all right." She nodded to him and laughed.
"Splendid, Big Bear! You talk like an oracle.

I guess we'll run up my red parasol on the end of an oar for a danger sign.

Bert could see that from the terrace." She glanced shorewards as she spoke, and he saw her face change momentarily.

"Why," she said quickly, "I thought we were close in.

What's happened ?" Merefleet looked round with sullen perception of a difficult situation.
"The wind is blowing off shore," he explained.