o do?" demanded Tommy as the night wind blew
cold against his wet garments and made him shiver.

"Do?"

"Yes. We can't sit like this all night."

"Guess we shall have to."

Another silence.

"Gee, I'm hungry."

"So am I."

"But there isn't anything to eat."

"No."

Silence again.

"Gee--I'm sleepy."

"Find some place out of the wind and go to sleep. I'll watch."

"All night?"

"Perhaps. You go to sleep, Tommy."

"Won't you be lonesome?"

Judy smiled wearily. "No," she said, "you go to sleep, Tommy."

And Tommy went.

But it was not until the cold light of dawn touched the face of the
waters, that the sentinel-like figure on the beach relaxed from its
strained position, and then the dark head dropped, and with a sigh Judy
stretched her slender body on the hard sand, and she, too, slept.

CHAPTER XXIII

IN A SILVER BOAT

The tide coming in the next morning brought with it on the blue surface
of the waves two bobbing lemons. Many times the golden globes rolled
up the beach only to be carried back by the under-wash of the waters,
but finally one wave rolling farther than the rest left them high and
dry on the sand, and the same wave splashing over an inert and huddled
up figure waked it to consciousness.

Judy sat up stiffly and stared around her. "Oh," she sighed, as she
remembered all that had happened in the darkness of the night.

She clasped her hands around her knees and gazed out forlornly over the
empty waters. Not a sail, not a trail of smoke broke the blueness of
the bay. With another sigh, this time of disappointment, she turned
her gaze landward, and beheld there nothing but lank marsh grass and
sand and driftwood.

And then at her feet she spied the lemons. She picked them up--they
were the only salvage from the sunken boat. She looked around for
Tommy. On the other side of a mound of sand, she could just see the
top of his head, and as he did not move she decided that he was still
asleep.

Her eyes twinkled, as with stealthy steps she crept up the beach until
she reached a low bush with scrubby sage-green foliage. On its spiky
branches she stuck the lemons, and then ran swiftly back.

Tommy was still sleeping, so she dipped her hands into the cold water,
took off her stiffened shoes and bathed her swollen feet. Her dress
had dried in the night winds, and when she had combed her hair she
looked fairly presentable.

Barefooted she tripped over the cool wet