He could give no further information as to the location of the
Ramona, providing the steamer still was afloat. And he would only be
an added, and comparatively useless, passenger. He was not exactly
the sort of personage one would desire in the rather cramped quarters
of the Tartar, though he was kind and obliging. He would be better
off ashore, for the time being, where he could get medical treatment.
So the big motor boat swept out of the blue lagoon, and headed for
St. Kitts, for it was planned to leave Ben, and once more take up the
search.
They had not been under way more than an hour, however, before Jack,
who was steering, uttered a cry.
"There's a boat cording toward us!" he said. "She seems to be a
small launch."
"Yes, and she's signaling to us!" added Walter. "She wants to speak
with us!"
Joe came up from the motor room, and looked long and earnestly at the
approaching craft.
"That's an English revenue cutter," he said, "and she's in a hurry,
too."
"I wonder what she can want with us," mused Jack, as he ordered a
signal to be run up on the small mast, indicating that they would
speak to the approaching craft.
CHAPTER XXV
NEWS OF THE "RAMONA"
Over the slowly heaving swell of the blue waters the swift revenue
cutter came on. Those aboard the Tartar watched her with eager eyes.
Did she have some news for them? This was the question in the mind
of the motor girls.
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