"But did they see any of our folks--either Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, or
Mrs. Kimball?" asked Jack, while his sister and the twins hung
breathless on the answer.
The sailors had not especially noticed any passengers. They had been
in hard enough straits themselves, not having joined the mutineers.
"But they are certain the ship foundered? asked Cora.
"There seems to be little doubt of it, Senorita," said the captain.
"It was a fearful storm. We had three boats carried away, as well as
part of our port rail."
The weather was calm enough now, save for a heavy ground swell. The
waters were marvelously blue, and overhead was the blue sky. Seen
against the background of the wonderfully tinted hills of palms, the
city of San Juan presented a most beautiful picture.
"Well, let's get busy," suggested Jack, and it was only by keeping
thus occupied, mentally and physically, that he and his sister, as
well as the twins, were enabled not to succumb to the grief that
racked them. Belle, rather more nervous and temperamental than her
sister, did give way to a little hysterical crying spell, as they
were on their way back to the marina from the steamer, but this was
due merely to a reaction.
"Don't, dear," said Cora, softly. "We'll find them, never fear!"
She put her arms about her chum, and Inez slipped a slim brown hand
into one of Belles. Then the wave of emotion passed, and the girl
was herself again.
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