"Don"t build too much on it," interposed Jack.
"It may be only a sailor"s yarn."
"It"s all true, what I"m tellin" you, boss!" exclaimed the negro.
"Oh, I don"t doubt your word," said Jack, quickly. "But let"s get aboard the boat before we talk any further."
Aboard the Tartar, seated in her cozy cabin, the story of Slim Jim seemed to take on added significance. He told it, too, with a due regard for its importance--especially to him--in the matter of what money it might bring to him.
In brief, his "yarn" was about as I have indicated, in the brief talk with Jack. Jim and his mates had been on a protracted fishing trip, and had run short of water. One of the number knew of a lonely and uninhabited island near where they were then cruising--an island that contained a spring of good water.
They were headed for the place, but when they were about to land, they had been alarmed by the appearance of what at first was supposed to be some wild beast.
"He crawled on all fours, Missie," said Slim Jim, addressing Cora with such earnestness that she could not repress a shiver. "He crawled on all fours like some bloomin" beastie, begging your pardon, Missie. We was all fair scared, an" sheered orf."
"Then how did you get the cap?" asked Walter.
"He chucked the blessed cap to us, sir!" Jim appeared to have a different appellation for each member of the party. "Chucked it right into the water, sir. I picked it up."
"What else did he do?" asked Cora.
"He behaved somethin" queer, Missie. Runnin" up and down, not on four legs--meanin" his hands, Missie--and now on two. Fair nutty I"d call him."
"Poor fellow," murmured Bess.
"And is that all that happened?" demanded Walter.
"Well, about all, sir. I picked up the cap, and we rowed away. We thought we"d better go dry, sir, in the manner of speakin", instead of facin" that chap. He was fair crazy, sir."
"Did he look like a sailor?" Jack wanted to know.
"Well, no, boss, you couldn"t rightly say so, boss. He took on somethin" terrible when we sheered off an" left "im."
"And that"s all?" inquired Belle, in a low voice.
"Yes--er--little lady," answered Slim Jim, finding a new t.i.tle for fair Belle. "That"s all, little lady, "cept that I kept th" cap, not thinkin" much about it, until I heard you gentlemen inquirin" for news of the Ramona. I heard some one spell out that there name in these letters for me," and he indicated the name on the cap. "Then I spoke to you, boss."
"Yes, and I"m glad you did," said Jack.
""Why?" began Cora. "Do you think--"
"I think it"s barely possible that one of the sailors from the Ramona is marooned on that lonely island," interrupted Jack. "He may be the only one, or there may be more. We"ll have to find out. Can you take us to this island?" he asked Slim Jim.
"The lonely island?"
"Yes."
"I rackon so, boss, if you was to hire me, in the manner of speakin""
"Of course."
"Then I"ll go."
"Off for the lonely, isle," murmured Coral softly. "I wonder what we"ll find there?"
CHAPTER XXIII
THE LONELY SAILOR
Once more the Tartar was off on her strange cruise. This time she carried an added pa.s.senger, or, rather a second member of the crew, for Slim Jim bunked with Joe, and was made a.s.sistant engineer, since the negro proved to know something of gasoline motors.
After hearing the story told by the colored fisherman, and confirming it by inquiries in St. Kitts, Jack, Cora and the others decided that there was but one thing to do. That was to head at once for the lonely island where the sailor, probably maddened by his loneliness and hardship, was marooned.
As to the location of the island, Slim Jim could give a fair idea as to where it rose sullenly from the sea, a ma.s.s of coral rock, with a little vegetation. The truth of this was also established by cautious inquiries before the Tartar tripped her anchor.
Lonely Island, as they called it, was about a day"s run from St.
Kitts in fair weather, and now, though the weather had taken a little turn, as though indicating another storm, it was fair enough to warrant the try.
More gasoline was put aboard, with additional stores, for Slim Jim, in spite of his attenuation, was a hearty eater. Then they were on their way.
Aside from a slight excitement caused when Walter hooked a big fish, and was nearly taken overboard by it--being in fact pulled back just in time by Bess, little of moment occurred on the trip to Lonely Island.
Toward evening, after a day"s hard pushing of the Tartar, Slim Jim, who had taken his position in the bows, called out:
"There she lies, boss!"
"Lonely Island?" asked Jack.
"That"s her."
"Since you"ve been there, where had we better anchor?" asked Joe, with a due regard for the craft he was piloting.
"Around on the other side is a good bay, with deep enough water and good holding ground," said the negro. "If it comes on to blow, an"
it looks as if it might, we"ll ride easy there."
Accordingly, they pa.s.sed by the place where the negro fishermen had been frightened away with their empty water casks, and made for the other side of the island. Recalling the story of the queer and probably crazed man, Jack and the others, including Slim Jim, gazed eagerly for a sight of him. But the island seemed deserted and lonely.
"What if he shouldn"t be there?" whispered Belle to Cora.
"Don"t suggest it, my dear. It"s the best chance we"ve yet had of finding them, and it mustn"t fail--it simply mustn"t!"
It was very quiet in the little bay where they dropped anchor, though a flock of birds, with harsh cries, flew from the palm trees at the sound of the "mud hook" splashing into the water.
"Now for the sailor!" exclaimed Walter.