"Oh, what is it, Senoritas?" gasped Inez. "Is it zat you are in
sorrow?"
"Yes," said Cora, sadly. "Great sorrow, Inez. We have had very bad
news," and there were tears in her eyes.
"I sorrow with you," said the impulsive Spanish girl, as she put her
arm about Cora. "I was in sorrow myself, and you aided me. Now I
must do ze same for you. Command me."
"There is little that can be done until we learn more," Cora made
answer. "The steamer has been wrecked."
"With Senor Robinson, and with the Senoras Kimball and Robinson?"
gasped Inez.
"So we hear."
"Ah, zat is indeed of great sorrow. I weep for you. My own little
troubles are a nothing. My father may be in prison, but what of zat--he
is living--and your mother--"
She did not finish. Walter came in to announce that he had secured a
large auto that would take them to the marina, whence they could get
a boat to go out to the steamer.
"I only hope those sailors haven't disappeared," murmured Jack. "Now
then, are you girls ready?"
"Yes," answered Belle. She, as well as Cora and Bess, had somewhat
recovered their composure, after the first sudden shock. Hope had
sprung up again, though they were presently to learn on what a
slender thread that hope hung. Jack had regained some of his former
commanding manner in the emergency.
Inez went with her new friends to the docks. She seemed to have
forgotten her own grief in ministering to the girls, and much of her
former timid and shrinking manner had disappeared.
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