Isn't that your opinion,
Cora?"
"Yes, Jack. Anything to find those for whom we are looking. Oh, I
wonder if we shall ever find them?"
"Of course!" said Jack quickly, but, even as he spoke, he wondered if
he were not deceiving himself. For when all was said and done, it
seemed such a remote hope--and might be so long deferred, as, not
only to make the heart sick, but to stop it's beating altogether. It
was such a very slender thread that the beads of hope were strung
on--it was so easy to snap. And yet they hoped on!
From St. Croix to St. Kitts is about one hundred and twenty miles,
measured on the most accurate charts, and while it could have easily
been made in a day's sail by the Tartar, it was decided not to try
for any time limit, but to cruise back and forth in a rather zig-zag
fashion.
"For that's the only way we'll have of picking up any small islands
that might possibly be uncharted," explained Jack. "Most of the
coral reefs here are noted on the maps, but there's a bare chance
that we might strike an unknown one, or an island, that would serve
as a haven of refuge for shipwrecked ones."
His friends agreed with him, and Joe said it was probably the best
plan that could be adopted.
So they were once more under way.
It was near St. Kitts that the two sailors from the Ramona had been
picked up, to tell their story of the stressful hurricane and mutiny.
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