"And maybe that poor boy is there yet!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey.
"That"s what my cousin is afraid of," her husband said. "And that is why he sent for me, his nearest relative. He knew I would believe him, and not imagine he was dreaming. So he wants me to hire for him, as he is rich, a motor boat and go to this island to rescue the boy if he is still there. Cousin Jasper thinks he is. He thinks the boy must have wandered away and so was not in sight when the rescue ship came, or perhaps he was asleep or ill further from the sh.o.r.e.
"At any rate that"s Cousin Jasper"s strange story. And now he wants us to help him see if it"s true--see if the boy is still on the island waiting to be rescued."
"How can you find the island?" asked Nan.
"Cousin Jasper says he will go with us and show us the way. The sea captain who called me up just now from down in the office of the hotel is a man who hires out motor boats. Cousin Jasper knows him, and sent him to see me, as I am to have charge of everything, Mr. Dent not yet being strong enough to do so."
"And are you going to do it?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Oh, yes," her husband said. "I came here to help Cousin Jasper, and if he wants me to set off on a sea voyage to rescue a poor lonely boy from an island, why I"ll have to do it."
"May we go?" eagerly asked Bert.
"Yes, I think so. Cousin Jasper says he wants me to get for him a big motor boat--one large enough for all of us. We will have quite a long trip on the deep, blue sea, and if we find that the boy has been taken off the island by some other ship, then we can have a good time sailing about. But first we must go to the rescue."
"It"s just like a story in a book!" cried Nan, clapping her hands.
"Is they--are there oranges and bananas there?" asked Freddie.
"Where?" his father asked.
"On the island where the boy is?"
"Well, I don"t know," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "Perhaps bananas may grow there, though I doubt it. It is hardly warm enough for them."
"Well, let"s go anyhow," said Freddie. "We can have some fun!"
"Yes," said Flossie, who always wanted to do whatever her small brother did, "we can have some fun!"
"But we are not going for fun--first of all," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We are going to try to rescue this poor boy, who may be sick and alone on the island. After we get him off, or find that he has been taken care of by some one else, then we will think about good times.
"And now, my dear," said Mr. Bobbsey to his wife, "the question is, would you like to go?"
"Will it be dangerous?" she asked.
"No, I think not. No more so than coming down on the big ship. It is now summer, and there are not many storms here then. And we shall be in a big motor boat with a good captain and crew. Cousin Jasper told me to tell you that. We shall sail for a good part of the time--or, rather, motor--around among islands, so each day we shall not be very far from some land. Would you like to go?"
"Please say yes, Mother!" begged Bert.
"We"d like to go!" added Nan.
"Well," answered Mrs. Bobbsey slowly, "it sounds as if it would be a nice trip. That is it will be nice if we can rescue this poor boy from the lonely island. Yes," she said to her husband, "I think we ought to go. But it is strange that Cousin Jasper could not get any one from here to start out before this."
"They did not believe the tale he told of the boy having been left on the island," said Mr. Bobbsey. "They thought Cousin Jasper was still out of his head, and had, perhaps, dreamed this. He was very anxious to get some one started in a boat for the island, but no one would go. So he had to send for me."
"And you"ll go!" exclaimed Bert.
"Yes, we"ll all go. Now that I have told you Cousin Jasper"s strange story I"ll go down and talk to the sea captain. I want to find out what sort of motor boat he has, and when we can get it."
"When are we going to start for the island?" asked Bert.
"And what"s the name of it?" Nan questioned.
"Is it where Robinson Crusoe lived?" queried Freddie.
"I"ll have to take turns answering your questions," said Mr. Bobbsey with a laugh. "In the first place, Bert, we"ll start as soon as we can--that is as soon as Cousin Jasper is able to leave the hospital.
That will be within a few days, I think, as the doctor said a sea voyage would do him good. And, too, the sooner we start the more quickly we shall know about this poor boy.
"As for the name of the island, I don"t know that it has any. Cousin Jasper didn"t tell me, if it has. We can name it after we get there if we find it has not already been called something. And I don"t believe it is the island where Robinson Crusoe used to live, Freddie. So now that I have answered all your questions, I think I"ll go down and talk to the captain."
Flossie and Freddie were in bed when their father came back upstairs, and Nan and Bert were getting ready for Slumberland, for it was their first day ash.o.r.e after the voyage, and they were tired.
"Did you get the motor boat?" asked Bert.
"Not yet," his father answered with a laugh. "I am to go to look at it in the morning."
"May I come?"
"Yes, but go to bed now. It is getting late."
Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey stayed up a little longer, talking about many things, and sending a few postcards to friends at home, telling of the safe arrival in St. Augustine.
Freddie was up early the next morning, standing with his nose flattened against the front window of the hotel rooms where the Bobbseys were stopping.
"I see one!" he cried. "I see one!"
"What?" asked Flossie. "A motor boat?"
"No, but another colored lady, and she"s got an awful big basket on her head. Come and look, Flossie! Maybe it"ll fall off!"
But nothing like that happened, and after breakfast Mr. Bobbsey suggested that the whole family set out to see some of the sights of St.
Augustine--the oldest city of the United States--and also to go to the wharf and view the motor boat.
"Can"t we send some postcards before we start, Mother?" questioned Nan eagerly.
"Certainly," returned Mrs. Bobbsey.
"I think I"ll send a few to my friends," said Bert, and he and Nan spent some time picking out the postcards.
Even Flossie insisted upon it that she be allowed to send several to her best friends at home.
I wish I had room to tell you all the things the children saw--the queer old streets and houses, the forts and rivers, for there are two rivers near the old city. But the Bobbsey twins were as anxious as I know you must be to see the motor boat, and hear more about the trip to the island to save the lonely boy, so I will go on to that part of our story.
CHAPTER XII