May I ask how
he got away from your prison?"
"In a boat--about a week ago," was the grudging reply. "That is all
I can say. He is no longer on Sea Horse Island. I have the honor to
bid you good-day!"
"Polite, at any rate," murmured Jack. "Bow, what's our next move?"
"To find her father!" exclaimed the British officer, promptly. He
had entered into this as enthusiastically as he had into the task of
finding the mutineers and smugglers.
"If he got away in a boat," resumed the lieutenant, "he would most
likely make for some island. There are many such not far from here,
but these Spaniards are so back-numbered, they wouldn't think of
making a systematic search. That's for us to do."
"Oh, if we can only find him!" murmured Inez.
"We will--never fear!" cried Jack, with as much enthusiasm as he
could muster at short notice.
It was little use to linger longer on Sea Horse Island. No more
information concerning the escaped man was available. It must be a
"blind search" from then on. Still, the searchers did not give up
hope, and once more the Tartar was under way.
I shall not weary you with the details of the final part of her
cruise. Suffice it to say that many islands were called at, and many
vessels spoken, with a view to finding out if any of the uninhabited
coral specks in that stretch of blue West Indian waters had, of late,
showed signs of being inhabited by a lone man.
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