This was a comforting thought to all, though Alice declared that
she liked cold weather best.
Mr. Towne came up on deck, again faultlessly attired. His unexpected bath
had not harmed him, in spite of the fact that it was cold, for he had at
once taken warm drinks, and been put to bed, for a time, in hot blankets.
He could talk of nothing, however, save the fact that he was to be shown
in the wet clothing he so despised.
"It is a shame!" he declared. "If I could find that film I would destroy
it myself."
"It is safely put away," laughed Russ.
The day passed, and evening came. On through the darkness forged the
_Tarsus_, while about her were the flashing beams from lighthouses, or
the bobbing signal lamps from other ships.
Ruth and Alice were in their stateroom, talking together before retiring.
Alice had that day's paper and was idly glancing over it. She yawned
sleepily, when an item suddenly caught her eye.
"Oh, dear!" she exclaimed. "That must be dreadful!"
"What is it?" asked Ruth, who was letting down her long hair.
"Why here's an item from some place in Florida. It says that two girls
went out in a motor boat, to gather specimens of rare swamp flowers, and
have not been heard of since. It is feared they may have been upset and
drowned, or that alligators attacked them.
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