But, if they did, they'd know enough to make
their way to civilization by this time. It's over a week since the
hurricane."
"I know. But suppose they couldn't make their way--if they were
hurt, or something like that?"
"That's so," was the hesitating answer. "Well, we might make a
circuit of the island to-morrow."
"Oh, let's do it--by all means!" exclaimed Cora, catching at any
stray straw of hope. "We--we might find them--Jack!"
"All right, Sis!" he agreed.
"You look tired," she said to him, as they sat in a little
refreshment room, for Walter had offered to "stand treat" to such as
there was to be had.
"I am a bit tuckered out," confessed Jack, putting his hand to his
head. "It was quite a strain getting things ready for the start.
But, now we're at sea, I'm going to take a good rest--that is, as
much as I can, under the circumstances."
"You mustn't overdo it," cautioned Cora. "Remember that we came down
here for your health, but we didn't expect to have such a time of it.
Poor little mother!" she sighed. "I wonder where she is to-night?"
"I'd like to know," said Jack, softly, and again his hand went to his
head with a puzzled sort of gesture.
"Does it ache?" asked Cora, solicitously.
"No, not exactly," answered Jack slowly, uncertainly.
They finished their little refreshment, being, about the only
stranger-guests at the hotel, and then went out to view what they
could of the town by lamp-light.
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