ORANGE ISLAND
Perhaps Freddie Bobbsey had been dreaming about a fire. At any rate he
must have been thinking about it, for, no sooner did Mr. Bobbsey call,
after his wife spoke to him, than Freddie, hardly awake, cried:
"Where's my fire engine? Where's my fire engine? I can put out the
fire!"
Mr. Bobbsey hurried to the berths where the children were sleeping.
That is, they had been sleeping, but the call of their father, and the
shouting of Freddie, awakened them. Flossie, Nan and Bert sat up,
rubbing their eyes, though hardly understanding what it was all about.
"What's the matter?" cried Bert.
"The boat is on fire!" his mother answered. "Slip on a few clothes, take
your life preserver, end get out on deck."
When the Bobbseys first came aboard the _Swallow_ they were shown how to
put on a life preserver, which is a jacket of canvas filled with cork.
Cork is light, much lighter than wood, and it will not only float well
in water, but, if a piece is large enough, as in life preservers, it
will keep a person who wears it, or who clings to it, up out of the sea
so they will not drown.
"Get your life preservers!" cried Mr. Bobbsey; then, when he saw that
his wife had one, and that the children were reaching under their berths
for theirs, he took his.
The smoke was getting thicker in the staterooms, and the yells and
shouts of Captain Crane, Cousin Jasper and the crew could be heard.
Up on deck rushed the Bobbseys. There they found the electric lights
glowing, and they saw more smoke. Cousin Jasper and Captain Crane had a
hose and were pointing it toward what seemed to be a hole in the back
part of the boat.
"Oh, see!" shouted Flossie.
"Is the fire engine working?" Freddie demanded, as he saw them. "Can I
help put the fire out?"
"No, little fireman!" said Captain Crane with a laugh, and when Mrs.
Bobbsey heard this she felt better, for she thought that there was not
much danger, or the captain would not have been so jolly. "We have the
fire almost out now," the captain went on. "Don't be worried, and don't
any of you jump overboard," he said as he saw Mrs. Bobbsey, with the
twins, standing rather close to the rail.
"No, we won't do that," she said. "But I was getting ready to jump into
a boat."
"I guess you won't have to do that," said Cousin Jasper.
"Is the _Swallow_ on fire?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"It was," his cousin answered. "But we have put it out now. There is a
good pump on board, and we pumped water on the blaze as soon as we saw
it."
From the hold, which was a place where canned food and other things
could be stored, smoke was still pouring, and now and then little
tongues of fire shot up. It was this fire which Mr. Bobbsey had seen
through the open door of his stateroom.
"Oh, maybe it's going to be an awful big fire!" said Freddie. "Maybe
it'll burn the whole boat up!"
"Freddie, Freddie! Don't say such dreadful things!" broke in his mother.
"We don't want this boat to burn up."
"I see where it is," said Flossie. "It's down in that great big
cellar-like place where they keep all those things to eat--those boxes
of corn and beans and salmon and sardines and tomatoes, and all the
things like that."
"Yes. And the 'densed milk!" put in Freddie. "And 'spargus. And the jam!
And all those nice sweet things, too!" he added mournfully.
"What shall we do if all our food is burnt up?" went on Flossie.
"We can't live on the boat if we haven't anything to eat," asserted
Freddie. "We'll have to go on shore and get something."
"You might catch another big fish," suggested his twin.
"Would you let me have your doll?"
"No, I wouldn't!" was the prompt response. "You can get lots of other
things for bait, and you know it, Freddie Bobbsey!"
"How did the fire happen?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of the captain, when she
got the chance.
"One of the electric light wires broke and set fire to some oily rags,"
answered Captain Crane. "Then some empty wooden boxes began to blaze.
There was nothing in them--all the food having been taken out--but the
wood made quite a fire and a lot of smoke.
"Mr. Chase, who was on deck steering, smelled the smoke and saw the
little blaze down in a storeroom. He called me and I called Mr. Dent. We
hoped we could get the fire out before you folks knew about it. But I
guess we didn't," said the captain.
"I smelled smoke, and it woke me up," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Then I called
my husband and we all came on deck."
"That was the right thing to do," Captain Crane said. "And it was also
good to put on the life preservers," for even Flossie and Freddie had
done this. "Always get ready for the worst," the captain went on, "and
then if you don't have to take to the small boats so much the better.
But the fire will soon be out."
"Can I see the fire engine?" asked Freddie. "I haven't seen a fire
engine for a long while." At his home he was always interested in this,
but, luckily, Lakeport had few fires.
"It isn't exactly a fire engine," said Cousin Jasper to the little
fellow. "It's just a big pump that forms part of one of the motors. I
guess you can see how it works, for the fire is so nearly out now that
we won't need much more water on it."
So the Bobbseys took off their life preservers, which are not very
comfortable things to wear, and stayed on deck, watching the flames die
out and the smoke drift away. The _Swallow_ had been slowed down while
the captain and the others were fighting the fire.
"Everything is all right now," said Cousin Jasper, and he took Freddie
to the motor room to show him the pump, while Captain Crane still played
the hose on the last dying embers.
The fire only burned up the oil-soaked rags and some empty boxes, not
doing any damage to the motor boat, except a little scorching. The smoke
made part of the _Swallow_ black, but this could be painted over.
"And very lucky for us it was no worse," said Mr. Bobbsey, when they
were ready to go back to their staterooms.
Freddie stayed and watched the pump as long as they would let him. It
could be fastened to one of the motors and it pumped water from the
ocean itself on the blaze.
"It's better than having a regular fire engine on land," said Freddie,
telling Flossie about it afterward, "'cause in the ocean you can take
all the water you like and nobody minds it. When I grow up I'm going to
be a fireman on the ocean, and have lots of water."
"You'll have to have a boat so you can go on the ocean," said the little
girl.
"Well, I like a boat, too," went on Freddie. "You can run the boat,
Flossie, and I'll run the pump fire engine."
"All right," agreed little Flossie. "That's what we'll do."
After making sure that the last spark was out, Captain Crane shut off
the water. The Bobbseys went back to bed, but neither the father nor the
mother of the twins slept well the rest of the night. They were too busy
thinking what might have happened if the fire had not been seen in time
and plenty of water sprayed on it to put it out.
"Though there would not have been much danger," Captain Crane said at
the breakfast table, where they all gathered the next morning. "We could
all have gotten off in the two boats, and we could have rowed to some
island. The sea was smooth."
"Where would we get anything to eat?" asked Nan.
"Oh, we'd put that in the boats before we left the ship," said the
captain. "And we'd take water, too. But still I'm glad we didn't have to
do that."
And the Bobbseys were glad, too.
Part of the day was spent in getting out of the storeroom the burned
pieces of boxes. These were thrown overboard. Then one of the crew
painted over the scorched places, and, by night, except for the smell of
smoke and paint, one would hardly have known where the fire had been.
The weather was bright and sunny after leaving Palm Island, and the
twins sat about the deck and looked across the deep, blue sea for a
sight of the other island, where, it was hoped, the boy Jack would be
found.
"I wonder what he's doing now," remarked Bert, as he and Nan were
talking about the lost one, while Flossie and Freddie were listening to
a story their mother was telling.
"Maybe he's walking up and down the beach looking for us to come,"
suggested Nan.
"How could he look for us when he doesn't know we're coming?" asked
Bert.
"Well, maybe he _hopes_ some boat will come for him," went on Nan. "And
he must know that Cousin Jasper wouldn't go away and leave him all
alone."
"Yes, I guess that's so," agreed Bert. "It must be pretty lonesome, all
by himself on an island."
"But maybe somebody else is with him, or maybe he's been taken away,"
went on Nan. "Anyhow we'll soon know."
"How shall we?" asked Bert.
"'Cause Captain Crane said we'd be at the island to-morrow if we didn't
have a storm, or if nothing happened."
On and on went the _Swallow_. When dinner time came there was served
some of the turtle soup from the big crawler that had pulled on
Flossie's dress. There was also fish, but Freddie did not catch any
more.
Cousin Jasper and Mr. Bobbsey fished off the side of the motor boat and
caught some large ones, which the cook cleaned and got ready for the
table.
"Going to sea is very nice," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "You don't have to send
to the store for anything to eat, and when you are hungry all you have
to do is to drop your hook overboard and catch a fish."
It was about noon of the next day when Bert, who was standing in the
bow, or front part of the vessel, said to his father:
"I see something like a black speck out there," and he pointed. "Maybe
it's another boat."
Mr. Bobbsey looked and said:
"I think more likely that is an island. Perhaps it is the very one we
are sailing for--the one where Cousin Jasper left Jack."
He called to Captain Crane, who brought a powerful telescope, and
through that the men looked at the speck Bert had first seen.
"It's land all right," said Captain Crane. In about an hour they were so
near the island that its shape could easily be made out, even without a
glass. Then Cousin Jasper said:
"That's it all right. Now to go ashore and find that poor boy!"
On raced the _Swallow_, and soon she dropped anchor in a little bay like
the one at Palm Island. In a small boat the Bobbseys and others were
rowed to the shore.
"Oh, look at the orange trees!" cried Nan, as she saw some in a grove
near the beach.
"Are they real oranges, Captain?" asked the younger girl twin.
"Yes. And it looks as though some one had an orange grove here at one
time, not so very long ago, though it hasn't been kept up."
"Is this Orange Island?" asked Bert.
"Well, we can call it that," said Cousin Jasper. "In fact it never had a
name, as far as I know. We'll call it Orange Island now."
"That's a good name for it, I think," remarked Nan.
"And now to see if we can find Jack!" went on Nan's twin.
"Let's all holler!" suddenly said Freddie. "Let's all holler as loud as
we can!"
"What for?" asked Cousin Jasper, smiling at the little boy. "Why do you
want to halloo, Freddie?"
"So maybe Jack can hear us, and he'll know we're here. Whenever me or
Flossie gets lost we always holler; don't we?" he asked his little
sister.
"Yes," she answered.
"And when Bert or Nan, or our father or mother is looking for us, even
if we don't know we're lost, they always holler; don't you, Bert?"
"Yes, and sometimes I have to 'holler' a lot before you answer," said
Nan's brother.
"Well, perhaps it would be a good thing to call now," agreed Mr.
Bobbsey. "Shall we, Cousin Jasper?"
"Yes," he answered. So the men, with the children to help them, began to
shout.
"Jack! Jack! Where are you, Jack?"
The woods and the orange trees echoed the sound, but that was all.
Was the missing boy still on the island?