Nothing gave
her more delight than to know that Jack had gone to the bottom of
each receptacle in which she served her concoctions.
"It is so good to see you smile again, Senor Jack," she said to him,
as she looked at him, on deck.
"And it's good to smile again, Inez," he said to her.
"You'd better look out, Bess," warned Walter. "First thing you know,
she'll cut you out."
"Silly!" was all the answer Bess vouchsafed. But there was a
tell-tale blush on her cheeks.
The anchor of the Tartar was hoisted, and once more she sailed away,
this time on the cruise about St. Croix. That it would result in any
news of the lost ones being obtained no one really believed, but they
felt that no chance, not even the slightest, should be overlooked.
So they motored around the Danish island, stopping aft little bays or
inlets where it seemed likely a raft or boat from a shipwrecked
vessel might most likely put in. They found no traces, however, and
what few natives they were able to converse with had heard of no
refugees coming ashore.
"Where next?" asked Walter, when they Had completed the circuit of
St. Croix, and come to anchor once more off Christianstad, to lay
aboard some supplies.
"St. Kitts," decided Jack, who was again able to take his part in the
councils. "At least we'll head for there, and stop at any little
two-by-four islands we pick up on the way.
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