a flashlight covered with red crepe paper to shine up into our faces?â
âSure I do,â answered Diana. âAre you thinking of singing carols now, instead of sea chanteys?â
âItâs not a bad idea, folks,â Mart said. âOnly one hundred and some odd days till Christmas.â
âNo, it wasnât that, silly, but I thought that if we could use the red protest flag to cover the flashlight, it might take the place of the buoy light,â answered Trixie.
âNo sooner said than done,â said Peter as he quickly hauled down the red pennant.
They took turns standing up and holding the flashlight as high as they could, turning it off and on at what they estimated to be six-second intervals. Just as they were beginning to worry lest the battery give out, they again heard the sound of a motor in the distance and saw a boat with a searchlight coming toward them. As it came nearer, they could hear the speed of the motor gradually being reduced. Again they stood up on the deck and yelled as loud as they could, and soon they knew they had been sighted. A huge searchlight circled the area, and in a few minutes, the boat came alongside the
Star Fire
.
âItâs the Coast Guard,â cried Peter, when the cutter was close enough for him to see it clearly. âWhat a break!â He got ready to catch the line which one of the sailors was holding ready to throw to him.
âWhat are you doing out here at this time of night?â came an angry-sounding voice from the deck of the Coast Guard boat.
âWeâre not here because we want to be, sir,â answered Peter. âI broke my rudder on the way back to Cobbettâs Island Yacht Club, but I managed to grab onto this buoy as we drifted past it. Iâm Peter Kimball, and this is my Lightning.â
âSo thatâs itâânow the voice sounded less crossââand just how did you rig up that signal?â
âIt was just a flashlight covered with red cloth,â said Trixie. âCould you see it plainly?â
âCertainly could,â the man answered as he jumped aboard the
Star Fire
. âIâm Captain Price of the Coast Guard,â he continued as he sat down in the stern.
After Peter had introduced his friends, the captain continued. âWeâve been having no end of trouble with the flashing buoys in this area. Someone apparently thinks it great sport to break the bulbs. This makes the fourth time this one has been knocked out. When I saw you tied up here, I thought Iâd caught the culprit, but no such luck.â
Two of the men from the Coast Guard boat had been working to replace the broken bulb, and when it started flashing again, cries of âHurray!â and âThreecheers for the Coast Guard!â went up from the
Star Fire
.
âPersonally, Iâd say âThree cheers for the
Star Fire
,â â said Captain Price, smiling at them, âand especially for Trixie, here, for thinking up that emergency light.â
Trixie was glad it was so dark that no one could see her face, for she knew it was flaming.
âAnd now, if you will be my guests, Iâll give you a tow back to the club,â the captain added as he stood up and prepared to board the cutter.
âIâm sorry I ever said anything mean about a stinkpot,â Peter apologized. âI mean a powerboat,â he added hastily. âI guess they
do
have a purpose all their own, and itâs mighty lucky for us you came along when you did, sir.â
âThe Coast Guard is always happy to oblige,â replied the captain. âYou know, personally, I prefer sailboats, too, but in the service we find theseâer, ahemâstinkpots more practical.â
One of the crew had already released the line Peter had thrown around the buoy, and it had been made fast to the cutter. On orders from Captain Price, the big boat began to move slowly ahead with the Lightning
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