"
"Did you see any of them?" asked Bess.
"Oh, yes, Miss. All of 'em, I fancy."
"My father and mother--"
Ben described, as well as he could, the various characteristics and
appearances of the Ramona's passengers, and Mrs. Kimball and Mr. and
Mrs. Robinson were easily recognized.
"Then we must still keep on searching for them," decided Jack, at the
conclusion of the narrative. "We'll just have to keep on!"
"It looks so," admitted Cora.
"Oh, we mustn't think of giving up!" cried Bess. "I know my father.
He just wouldn't give in to those horrid mutineers, and he wouldn't
throw in his fortunes with them, either. I can't explain it, but,
somehow I feel more hopeful than at any time yet, that they are all
right--Papa and Mamma, and your mother, too, Cora."
"I am glad you think so, dear. I haven't given up either. But let's
get away from here, Jack."
"That's what I say!" murmured Belle, with a little nervous shiver.
This place gives me such a creepy feeling."
"You might well say so, Miss," put in Ben. "That is, if you had to
stay here all along, as I did, with nothing but them parrot birds
screeching at you all day long. It was awful!"
There was no use in staying longer on Lonely Island, and Ben Wrensch
was only too glad to be taken from it. At first the motor girls
talked of taking him with them, on the remainder of the cruise, but,
as Jack pointed out, there was no need of this.
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