The trip had worked wonders, but
just this touch and spice of danger was needed to bring out his old
energetic qualities.
"What can be done?" asked Cora.
"I don't know, yet. I'm going to find out. Maybe it isn't so bad as
it sounds after all," replied Jack.
"It sounds bad enough," sighed Cora. "But, Jack, I am with you in
this. I simply won't be left out."
"And no one wants to leave you out, Sis. Walter, just see if we can
get a carriage, or a motor, to the marina. We'll take a boat from
there out to the Boldero."
"I will give you a letter to the captain," said Senor Ramo. "He
knows me well, and he will show you every courtesy."
"Surely," thought Cora, "this man cannot be a political plotter, who
would put innocent men in prison. Inez must be mistaken about him.
He is very kind."
Some little excitement was caused by the advent of the bad news to
our party of friends, and it quickly spread through the hotel. A
number of the guests, whose acquaintance the motorgirls had made,
offered their services, but there was little they could do. What was
most needed was information concerning the wreck.
Inez, who had made the getting of Cora's fan an excuse to go to her
room, to escape Senor Ramo, heard the sad tidings, and came down. By
this time the "fat suspect," as Jack had nicknamed him, had gone,
having scribbled a note of introduction to the captain of the
Boldero.
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