coats on, girls, and come with me! There may be--I mean some one may have set us adrift purposely!"
"Oh, don't say such things!" pleaded Grace, looking at the cabin ports as though a face might be peering in.
Quickly Betty and Mollie got into their long, dark coats, and without waiting for slippers reached the after deck. As they looked ahead they saw a bright light bearing directly for them, It was a white light, and on either side showed a gleam of red and green. Then a whistle blew.
"Oh, we're going to be run down!" cried Mollie. "A steamer is coming directly for us, Betty!"
"We won't be run down if we can get out of the way!" exclaimed Betty, sharply. "Push that button--the automatic, I mean--and start the motor. I'll steer," and Betty grasped the wheel with one hand, while with the other she pulled the signal cord, sending out a sharp blast that indicated her direction to the oncoming steamer would be to port. The steamer replied, indicating that she would take the same course. Evidently there was some misunderstanding.
"And we haven't our side lamps going!" cried Betty, in alarm, as she realized the danger. "Quick, girls, come up here!" she called to
