"Oh, we mustn"t think of giving up!" cried Bess. "I know my father.
He just wouldn"t give in to those horrid mutineers, and he wouldn"t throw in his fortunes with them, either. I can"t explain it, but, somehow I feel more hopeful than at any time yet, that they are all right--Papa and Mamma, and your mother, too, Cora."
"I am glad you think so, dear. I haven"t given up either. But let"s get away from here, Jack."
"That"s what I say!" murmured Belle, with a little nervous shiver.
"This place gives me such a creepy feeling."
"You might well say so, Miss," put in Ben. "That is, if you had to stay here all along, as I did, with nothing but them parrot birds screeching at you all day long. It was awful!"
There was no use in staying longer on Lonely Island, and Ben Wrensch was only too glad to be taken from it. At first the motor girls talked of taking him with them, on the remainder of the cruise, but, as Jack pointed out, there was no need of this.
He could give no further information as to the location of the Ramona, providing the steamer still was afloat. And he would only be an added, and comparatively useless, pa.s.senger. He was not exactly the sort of personage one would desire in the rather cramped quarters of the Tartar, though he was kind and obliging. He would be better off ash.o.r.e, for the time being, where he could get medical treatment.
So the big motor boat swept out of the blue lagoon, and headed for St. Kitts, for it was planned to leave Ben, and once more take up the search.
They had not been under way more than an hour, however, before Jack, who was steering, uttered a cry.
"There"s a boat cording toward us!" he said. "She seems to be a small launch."
"Yes, and she"s signaling to us!" added Walter. "She wants to speak with us!"
Joe came up from the motor room, and looked long and earnestly at the approaching craft.
"That"s an English revenue cutter," he said, "and she"s in a hurry, too."
"I wonder what she can want with us," mused Jack, as he ordered a signal to be run up on the small mast, indicating that they would speak to the approaching craft.
CHAPTER XXV
NEWS OF THE "RAMONA"
Over the slowly heaving swell of the blue waters the swift revenue cutter came on. Those aboard the Tartar watched her with eager eyes.
Did she have some news for them? This was the question in the mind of the motor girls.
"Oh, perhaps they have mother aboard!" breathed Cora, her hopes running thus high.
"And they might have our mother and father!" added Bess, taking bold heart as she heard Cora speak.
Inez said nothing. It was too much for her to dare to think that her father might be released from his political prison. She could only wait and hope.
"Some speed to her," observed Jack, admiringly, as he watched the white foam piled up in front of the bow of the oncoming craft.
"But she"s not very big," spoke Walter.
"She"s built for speed," remarked Engineer Joe. "She doesn"t usually come out this far to sea; just hangs around the harbors, and tries to catch small smugglers. She couldn"t stand much of a blow, and it"s my opinion we"re going to get one."
"Oh, I hope not soon!" exclaimed Cora, with a little nervous glance up at the sky.
"Well, within a day or so," went on Joe. "It"s making up for a storm all right, and I guess that cutter is trying to get her job done--whatever it is--and scoot back into harbor."
"But why should she want to speak to us?" asked Bess. "Of course it"s interesting, and all that--almost like a story, in fact--but what does she want?"
"Tell you better when she gets here," said Walter with a laugh.
"Perhaps there are some ladies aboard, and they want to learn the latest styles from the United States-seeing how recently you girls came from there."
"Silly!" murmured Belle, but it was noticed that she glanced at her brown linen dress, relieved with little touches of flame-colored velvet here and there--in which costume she made a most attractive picture. At least, Walter thought so.
"Perhaps zey are in search of him," suggested Inez, pointing to Sailor Ben, who was lying on a coil of rope in the bow.
"That"s right!" exclaimed Jack, with a look of admiration at the Spanish girl. "They may have heard a story of his being on the island, and come out to rescue him. They could tell we came from that direction."
"It"s possible," admitted Walter.
Whoever was in charge of the revenue cutter, seeing that their signals to speak the Tartar had been observed and answered, cut down the speed somewhat, so that the government vessel came on more slowly. In a short time, however, she was near enough for a hail, through a megaphone, to be heard.
"What boat is that?" was the demand.
"The Tartar, from San Juan," was Jack"s reply.
"Where bound?"
"It"s too long a story to yell this way," was Jack"s answer. "Shall we come aboard?"
"No, I"ll send a boat," came back. Presently a small boat, containing three men, was lowered, for the sea was very smooth, and in a little while a trim-looking lieutenant was at the accommodation ladder of the Tartar.
"Why, it"s just like a play!" murmured Bess, as she saw the sword at the officer"s side. "I wonder if he"s going to put us all under arrest?"
"Would you mind?" asked Cora.
"I don"t know. He has nice eyes, hasn"t he?"
"Hopeless!" sighed. Cora, with a little smile at her chum.
A quick glance on the part of the lieutenant seemed to give him an idea of the nature of the cruise of the Tartar.
"Oh! a pleasure party!" he exclaimed. "I am sorry we had to stop you, but--"
"That"s all right," said Cora, for she thought it would be less embarra.s.sing if one of the feminine members gave some a.s.surance. "It doesn"t happen to be a pleasure trip."
"No? You astonish me, really! I should say--"
His eyes caught sight of the ragged and un-kempt figure of the marooned sailor.
"Has there been a wreck? Did you save some one?" the lieutenant asked, quickly. His practiced eye told him at once that some tragedy had occurred.