How are you, Jack?"
she asked, anxiously.
"You needn't ask," laughed Cora. "One glance is enough."
"Oh, I had a little touch of my old trouble," said Jack, in answer to
his mother's questioning glance, "but I'm fine and fit now. But tell
us about yourselves."
"Well, we're camping out here," said Mr. Robinson, with a laugh,
"waiting for some vessel to come along and take us off. We could
have stood it for another month, though it was getting pretty
lonesome, with all due respect to the ladies," and he made a mock
bow.
"That's nothing to how tiresome just one man can get, my dears!" put
in his wife, to the girls.
Then they exchanged stories of their adventures. As those of the
motor girls are well known to our readers, there is no need to dwell
further on them.
As the crew of the Ramona had confessed, they had set the passengers--Mrs.
Kimball and Mr. and Mrs. Robinson--ashore on Double Island, some time
after the uprising. Our friends were glad enough to leave the vessel,
for there were constant bickering and quarrels among the mutineers.
Affairs did not go at all smoothly.
So it was with comparatively small regret that the refugees found
themselves set ashore. They were given a boat, and a sufficient
supply of food and stores. Only in the matter of clothing were they
handicapped, having only a few belongings, the mutineers keeping the
remainder.
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