As the crew of the Ramona had confessed, they had set the pa.s.sengers--Mrs.
Kimball and Mr. and Mrs. Robinson--ash.o.r.e on Double Island, some time after the uprising. Our friends were glad enough to leave the vessel, for there were constant bickering and quarrels among the mutineers.
Affairs did not go at all smoothly.
So it was with comparatively small regret that the refugees found themselves set ash.o.r.e. They were given a boat, and a sufficient supply of food and stores. Only in the matter of clothing were they handicapped, having only a few belongings, the mutineers keeping the remainder.
"When we got ash.o.r.e, and took an account of stock," said Mr.
Robinson, "I found some sort of shelter would be necessary, even if we were in a land of almost perpetual June.
"This wasn"t the first time I had gone camping, under worse circ.u.mstances than these, so I soon put up this hut. Not bad, is it?" and he waved his hand toward the palm-leaf thatched structure.
"It"s great!" cried Jack. "I think I"ll stay here a while myself, and camp out."
"You may--I"ve had enough," said Mrs. Robinson. "Oh, I do hope you girls have some spare hairpins!" she exclaimed. "Perry said to use thorns, but even if Mother Eve did her hair up that way, I can"t!"
she sighed.
"Well, to make a long story short," resumed Mr. Robinson, "we"ve been here ever since. And we are beginning to enjoy ourselves. We"ve had enough to eat, such as it is, though the tinned stuff gets a trifle palling after a time. So I"ve been trying to catch a few crabs."
"And he hasn"t had any luck--he might as well confess," said his wife.
"Give me time, my dear," protested Mr. Robinson. "There"s one now!"
He made a swoop with the improvised net, but the crustacean flipped itself into deep water and escaped.
"Never mind--you"re going to leave now, Dad!" said Bess, gaily.
The young folks inspected the rude hut, and were charmed by its simplicity.
"Though it does leak," said Mr. Robinson.
"I must admit that."
"Leak!" cried Mrs. Robinson. "It"s a regular sieve!"
"Might as well haul down our signal," observed Mr. Robinson, for on a tall palm, at a prominent height of the island, he had raised an improvised flag.
Double Island was uninhabited, and was seldom visited by any vessels, though in the course of time the refugees would have been rescued even if the motor girls had not come for them. But their experience would have been unpleasant, if not dangerous.
"Well, let"s go aboard and start back to civilization," proposed Belle, after Lieutenant Walling had been introduced, and his part in the affair told.
"But we mustn"t forget Inez"s father!" cried Cora. "We still have some rescue work to do."
"Oh, I"m so sorry I couldn"t make any move along that line," spoke Mr. Robinson. "But now I"ll attend to it, Inez."
"We"ll make for Sea Horse Island at once," said Cora. "Inez has the papers with her. Tell him how you threatened Senor Ramo, dear," and the tale of the fat Spaniard was related.
Made comfortable aboard the Tartar, which had resumed her strange cruise, the refugees told little details of their marooning, which story there had not been time for on the island.
The days were pleasant, the weather all that could be desired, and in due season Sea Horse was sighted. This was a small place, maintained by the Spanish government as a prison for political offenders. As the Tartar approached the fort at the harbor entrance, Lieutenant Walling looked through the gla.s.s at several flags flying from a high pole.
"Something wrong here," he announced.
"What do you mean?" asked Jack.
"Some prisoner, or prisoners, have escaped," was the answer. ""The signal indicates that. We"ll soon find out."
A curious idea came into Jack"s head.
CHAPTER x.x.x
SENOR RALCANTO
Sea Horse Island was not attractive. There was no coral enclosed harbor, filled with limpid blue water--though the sea off sh.o.r.e was blue enough, for that matter. There were a few waving palms, and a hill or two midland. But that was all. The princ.i.p.al building was the political prison, and the barracks, or quarters of the commanding officer and his aides. In fact, Sea Horse Island was as little beautiful as its name. But the eyes of Inez glowed when she saw it, for once it had been home to her.
"And now to see my father!" cried the Spanish girl, when preparations were made for going ash.o.r.e. "Zey can hardly keep me from seeing him, can zey?" she asked Mr. Robinson and Lieutenant Walling.
"I think not, my dear," said the former. "And if I am any judge of the worth of evidence, they can"t refuse to let him go, after we show our doc.u.ments, though it may take a little time."
"Matters may not be all easy sailing now," suggested the British officer.
"Why not?" demanded Cora.
"Because of the fact that there has been an escape--perhaps several,"
was the answer. "Those signal flags are a warning to all vessels not to take aboard any refugees that seem to have escaped from here, unless they are taken as prisoners."
"How horrid!" murmured Bess.
"But we"ll go see the commandant, and learn how matters stand," went on Mr. Robinson. "Fortunately I have letters from persons in influence that may aid me. And you have your papers, Inez?"
"Yes, Senor. I have them," she answered.
Our friends were stared at rather disconcertingly as they landed, and there was no little suspicion in the glances directed at them, as they made their way to the commandant"s quarters.
There was some delay before they were admitted, for they all went in together, all save Walter, and he had said it might be best if he remained on board the Tartar with Joe and Jim.
"We have come," said Mr. Robinson to the Spanish officer, "to arrange for the release of Senor Ralcanto--the father of this young lady. We have papers which prove his innocence of the charge against him, and I may add that one, of the men responsible for his unjust arrest is himself a prisoner, and on a more serious charge than a mere political one. I refer to Senor Ramo, who is in jail at Palm Island."
The commandant started. Evidently he was regarding his callers with more courtesy, for he had been a bit supercilious at first.
"Senor Ramo incarcerated?" he asked. "Is it possible?"
"Very much so," went on Mr. Robinson, grimly. "And now we come to demand the release of Senor Ralcanto--or at least I demand to have an interview with him--as does his daughter--that we may take measures for freeing him. If you will look at the copies of these papers, you will see what authority we have," and he tossed some letters, and copies of the doc.u.ments Inez had recovered, on the table.
"I am sorry, but it is impossible to grant what you request," said the commandant stiffly, hardly glancing at the papers.
"Why?" asked Mr. Robinson, truculently. "Do you mean we cannot see the prisoner, or that you will not release him?"