Robinson.
"Sometimes one can take a little too much tonic," spoke Cora. "But
it certainly has been a wonderful experience."
The Tartar dropped anchor at San Juan, coming to rest in the waters
blue, over which she had skimmed on so many adventuresome trips of
late.
"Well, are you glad to be back here?" asked Jack, of Senor Ralcanto.
"Indeed, yes, I am. And you have all been so kind to me. I can
never repay you for what you have done for my daughter and myself,"
and he stroked the dark hair of Inez, who knelt at his side.
"Well, send for us again if you--er--need our services," suggested
Walter.
"Thank you--but I am going to keep out of prison after this," was the
laughing answer.
There is little more to tell of this story. Senor Ralcanto was
speedily recovering from his harsh experiences, when our friends took
a steamer for New York, some weeks later. The mutineers and
smugglers of the Ramona, including Senor Ramo, the real, influential
leader, were duty punished.
After a final cruise about the blue waters of San Juan, in the
Tartar, our friends bade farewell to the craft that had served them
so efficiently.
"Good-bye!" called Cora, as she stood on the steamer-deck, homeward
bound, and waved her hand to the blue sky, the blue waters, the blue
mountains and the green, waving palms. "Good-bye! Good-bye!"
And we will echo her words.
THE END
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