She seldom spoke of
the hope she had of going to Sea Horse Island, either to help rescue
her father, or to learn some news of him, so that others might set
him free.
"But we'll go there, just the same!" Jack had said. "And if we can
get him out of prison, we will. There must be some sort of authority
there to appeal to."
"You are very lucky, Senor Jack," whispered Inez, with a grateful
look.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Jack, who did not like praise.
They reached St. Kitts, or St. Christopher, as it is often called,
from the immortal Columbus who found it in 1493, when he did so much
to bring unknown lands to notice.
"Now we'll see what sort of luck we'll have," spoke Walter.
They anchored off Basseterre, and, going ashore, had little
difficulty in confirming the story of the two shipwrecked sailors
being picked up. That much as current news, since another vessel
than the Boldero had been near, when the latter's captain stopped for
the two unfortunates.
That was all that really was learned, save that some fishing boats,
later, had seen pieces of wreckage.
Diligent inquiry in Old Road, and Sandy Point, the two other
principal towns, failed to gain further information, and our friends
were considering continuing their cruise, when, most unexpectedly,
they heard a curious tale that set them, eventually, on the right
course.
They were coming down to the dock, one evening to take a boat out to
their own craft, when an aged colored man, who spoke fairly good
English, accosted them.
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