AWAY AGAIN
"What's that you say?" asked Captain Crane. "The _Swallow_ gone?"
"She isn't there," Bert answered. "But maybe that isn't the bay where
she was anchored. Maybe we're in the wrong place."
"No, this is the place all right," said Cousin Jasper. "But our boat
_is_ gone!"
There was no doubt of it. The little bay that had held the fine, big
motor boat was indeed empty. The small boat was drawn up on the sand,
but that was all.
"Where can it have gone?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "Did you know the men we
left on it were going away, Captain Crane?"
"No, indeed, I did not! I can't believe that Mr. Chase and the others
have gone, and yet the boat isn't here."
Captain Crane was worried. So were Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey and Cousin
Jasper. Even Flossie and Freddie, young as they were, could tell that.
"Maybe a big mud turkle came and pulled the ship away," said Flossie.
"Or a whale," added Freddie. Any big fish or swimming animal, the little
twins thought, might do such a thing as that.
"No, nothing like that happened," said Captain Crane. "And yet the
_Swallow_ is gone. The men could not have thought a storm was coming up,
and gone out to sea to be safe. There is no sign of a storm, and they
never would have gone away, unless something happened, without blowing a
whistle to tell us."
"Maybe," said Bert, "they got word from Jack, on the other island, to
come and get him right away, and they couldn't wait for us."
Captain Crane shook his head.
"That couldn't happen," he said, "unless another boat brought word from
poor Jack. And if there had been another boat we'd have seen her."
"Unless both boats went away together," suggested Mr. Bobbsey.
"No, I think nothing like that happened," said the captain.
"But what can we do?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "Shall we have to stay on this
island until the _Swallow_ comes back?"
"She may not be gone very long," Mr. Bobbsey said.
"We can camp out here until she does come back," observed Nan. "We have
lots left to eat."
"There won't be much after supper," Bert said. "But we can catch some
turtles, or find some more eggs, and get fish, and live that way."
"I'll catch a fish," promised Freddie.
"I don't understand this," said Captain Crane, with another shake of his
head. "I must go out and have a look around."
"How are you going?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"In the small boat. I'll row out into the bay for a little way," said
the seaman. "It may be that the _Swallow_ is around some point of the
island, just out of sight. I'll have a look before we get ready to camp
here all night."
"I'll come with you," offered Cousin Jasper.
"All right, and we'll leave Mr. Bobbsey here with his family," the
captain said. "Don't be afraid," he added to the children and Mrs.
Bobbsey. "Even if the worst has happened, and the _Swallow_, by some
mistake, has gone away without us, we can stay here for a while. And
many ships pass this island, so we shall be taken off pretty soon."
"We can be like Robinson Crusoe, really," Bert said.
"That isn't as much fun as it seems when you're reading the book," put
in his mother. "But we will make the best of it."
"I think it'd be fun," murmured Freddie.
Captain Crane and Cousin Jasper got in the small boat and rowed out into
the bay. Anxiously the others watched them, hoping they would soon come
back with word that the _Swallow_ had been blown just around "the
corner," as Nan said, meaning around a sort of rocky point of the
island, beyond which they could not look.
"I do hope we shall not have to camp out here all night," said Mrs.
Bobbsey, with a little shiver, as she looked around.
"Are you afraid of the mud turkles?" asked Flossie.
"No, dear. But I don't want to sleep on the beach without a bed or any
covers for you children."
"Perhaps we shall not have to," said Mr. Bobbsey.
They waited a while longer, watching the small boat in which were
Captain Crane and Cousin Jasper, until it was rowed out of sight. Bert
did not seem to mind much the prospect of having to stay all night on
Palm Island.
Nan, however, like her mother and her father, was a bit worried. But
Flossie and Freddie were having a good time digging in the sand with
clam shells for shovels. The little twins did not worry about much of
anything at any time, unless it was getting something to eat or having a
good time.
"I know what I'm going to build!" cried Freddie.
"What?" demanded his twin quickly.
"I'm going to build a great big sand castle."
"You can't do it, Freddie Bobbsey. The sand won't stick together into a
castle."
"I'm going to use wet sand," asserted Freddie. "That will stick
together."
"You look out, Freddie Bobbsey, or you'll fall in!" cried his sister,
when Freddie had gone further down near the water where the sand was
wet.
"Freddie! Freddie! keep away from that water!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "I
don't want you to get all wet and dirty."
"But I want to build a sand castle."
"Well, you come up here where the sand is dry and build it," continued
Mrs. Bobbsey.
"All right. In a minute," answered Freddie.
Mr. Bobbsey was straining his eyes, looking out toward the point of
rock, around which the rowboat had gone, and his wife was standing
beside him, gazing in the same direction, when Bert, who looked the
other way, cried:
"There she comes now! There's the _Swallow_!"
And, surely enough, there she came back, as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Bobbsey waved his hat and some one on the motor boat blew a whistle.
And then, as if knowing that something was wrong, the boat was steered
closer to shore than it had come before, and Mr. Chase cried:
"What's the matter? Did anything happen?"
"We thought something had happened to you!" shouted Mr. Bobbsey.
"Captain Crane and Mr. Dent have gone off in the small boat to look for
you."
"That's too bad," said Mr. Chase. "While you were away, on the other
side of the island, we finished work on the engine. We wanted to try it,
so we pulled up anchor and started off. We thought we would go around to
the side of the island where you were, but something went wrong, after
we were out a little while, and we had to anchor in another bay, out of
sight. But as soon as we could we came back, and when I saw you waving
your hat I feared something might have happened."
"No, nothing happened. And we are all right," said Mr. Bobbsey, "except
that we were afraid we'd have to stay on the island all night. And
Captain Crane has gone to look for you."
"I'm sorry about that," returned the engineer. "It would have been all
right, except that the motor didn't work as I wanted it to. But
everything is fine now, and we can start for the other island as soon as
we like. I'll blow the whistle and Captain Crane will know that we are
back at our old place."
Several loud toots of the air whistle were given, and, a little later,
from around the point came the small boat with the captain and Cousin
Jasper in it. They had rowed for some distance, but had not seen the
_Swallow_, and they were beginning to get more worried, wondering what
had become of her.
"However, everything is all right now," said Captain Crane, when they
were all once more on board the motor boat, it having been decided to
have supper there instead of on Palm Island.
"Aren't we coming back here any more?" asked Freddie.
"Not right away," his father told him. "We stopped here only because we
had to. Now we are going on again and try to find Jack Nelson."
"We have been longer getting there than I hoped we'd be," said Cousin
Jasper, "but it could not be helped. I guess Jack will be glad to see us
when we do arrive."
The things they had taken to Palm Island, when they had their meals
under the trees, had been brought back on the _Swallow_. The motor boat
was now ready to set forth again, and soon it was chug-chugging out of
the quiet bay.
"And we won't stop again until we get to where Jack is," said Mr. Dent.
"Not unless we have to," said Captain Crane.
The _Swallow_ appeared to go a little faster, now that the engine was
fixed. The boat slipped through the blue sea, and, as the sun sank down,
a golden ball of fire it seemed, the cook got the supper ready.
The Bobbseys had thought they might get to eat on the beach, but they
were just as glad to be moving along again.
"And I hope nothing more happens," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Freddie, don't try
to catch any more fish, or anything like that. There is no telling what
might come of it."
"I won't," promised the little fellow. "But if I had my fire engine here
Flossie and I could have some fun."
On and on sailed the _Swallow_. Every one was safely in bed, except one
man who was steering and another who looked after the motor, when Mrs.
Bobbsey, who was not a heavy sleeper, awakened her husband. It was about
midnight.
"Dick!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper, "I smell smoke! Do you?"
Mr. Bobbsey sniffed the air. Then he jumped out of his berth.
"Yes, I smell smoke!" he cried. "And I see a blaze! Wake up, everybody!"
he cried, "The boat is on fire!"