"All aboard!" cried Jack, with an assumption of gaiety he did not
feel.
"Oh, I wonder what lies before us?" murmured Cora.
"Courage, Senorita! Perhaps--happiness," said Inez, softly.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE SHARK
Looking at a map of the West Indies, the reader, if he or she will
take that little trouble, will see that the many islands lay in a
sort of curved hook, extending from Cuba, the largest, down to
Tobago, one of the smallest, just off Trinidad. In fact, Trinidad is
a little off-set of the end of the hook, and, for the purpose of this
illustration, need not be considered.
The problem, then, that confronted the motor girls, and, no less,
Jack and Walter, was to cruise in among these islands, in the hope of
finding, on one of them, Mrs. Kimball, and Mr. and Mrs. Robinson,
who, by great good fortune, might have been able to save themselves
from the wreck of the Ramona.
Looking at the map again, which is the last time I shall trouble you
to do so, the problem might not seem so hard, for there are not so
many islands shown. The difficulty is that few maps show all of
them, and even on the best of navigating maps there may be one or
two that are not charted. The shipwrecked ones, providing they lived
to get off on a life raft, or in a boat, might as likely have been
driven to one of these little islands, as to a larger one.
"But we can cut out a lot of them," said Jack, when they were in the
cozy cabin of the Tartar, and he and his sister, with the others,
were bending over the charts.
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