Indefinite reports came to the hotel of much
danger and damage to shipping, and several large steamers were said
to have gone on the reefs which abounded in that region of islands.
No direct news came of the Ramona. In fact, she had not been
sighted, or spoken to, since leaving San Juan.
"Oh, if anything has happened to her!" sighed Cora.
"There's just as much chance that nothing has happened, as that there
has," declared Jack. "She might have gone into any one of a dozen
harbors."
"I suppose so, but, somehow, I can't help worrying, Jack."
"I know, little girl," he said, sympathetically.
"But I oughtn't to trouble you," Cora went on.
"Are you really feeling any better, Jack?"
"Heaps; yes. Water and I are going out to have a look at the water
to-day. We're tired of being cooped up here."
"Oh, I wish I could go!"
"Why not? Come along. It will do you girls good."
So it was arranged. The girls, including Inez, donned rubber coats,
and, well wrapped up for it was chilling with the advent of rain,
they set forth from the hotel.
They made a struggling way to the sea wall, and there looked out over
a foaming waste of waters. In one place where a sunken reef of coral
came close to the surface the waves beat and tore at it as though to
wrench it up, and cast it ashore. There the sea boiled and seethed
in fury.
"A ship wouldn't last long' out there," said Walter, quietly.
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