CHAPTER XIX
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 whereshe 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, bigmotor 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 weleft on it were going away, Captain Crane?"
"No, indeed, I did not! I can't believe that Mr. Chase and the othershave gone, and yet the boat isn't here."
Captain Crane was worried. So were Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey and CousinJasper. 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 littletwins 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 theynever would have gone away, unless something happened, without blowing awhistle to tell us."
"Maybe," said Bert, "they got word from Jack, on the other island, tocome 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 frompoor 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 thisisland 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 havelots left to eat."
"There won't be much after supper," Bert said. "But we can catch someturtles, 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 hishead. "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," saidthe seaman. "It may be that the _Swallow_ is around some point of theisland, just out of sight. I'll have a look before we get ready to camphere all night."
"I'll come with you," offered Cousin Jasper.
"All right, and we'll leave Mr. Bobbsey here with his family," thecaptain said. "Don't be afraid," he added to the children and Mrs.Bobbsey. "Even if the worst has happened, and the _Swallow_, by somemistake, has gone away without us, we can stay here for a while. Andmany 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," putin 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 intothe bay. Anxiously the others watched them, hoping they would soon comeback with word that the _Swallow_ had been blown just around "thecorner," as Nan said, meaning around a sort of rocky point of theisland, 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 anycovers for you children."
"Perhaps we shall not have to," said Mr. Bobbsey.
They waited a while longer, watching the small boat in which wereCaptain Crane and Cousin Jasper, until it was rowed out of sight. Bertdid not seem to mind much the prospect of having to stay all night onPalm Island.
Nan, however, like her mother and her father, was a bit worried. ButFlossie and Freddie were having a good time digging in the sand withclam shells for shovels. The little twins did not worry about much ofanything at any time, unless it was getting something to eat or having agood 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 acastle."
"I'm going to use wet sand," asserted Freddie. "That will sticktogether."
"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 waswet.
"Freddie! Freddie! keep away from that water!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "Idon'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," continuedMrs. Bobbsey.
"All right. In a minute," answered Freddie.
Mr. Bobbsey was straining his eyes, looking out toward the point ofrock, around which the rowboat had gone, and his wife was standingbeside him, gazing in the same direction, when Bert, who looked theother 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 steeredcloser 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 foryou."
"That's too bad," said Mr. Chase. "While you were away, on the otherside 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 tothe side of the island where you were, but something went wrong, afterwe were out a little while, and we had to anchor in another bay, out ofsight. But as soon as we could we came back, and when I saw you wavingyour hat I feared something might have happened."
"No, nothing happened. And we are all right," said Mr. Bobbsey, "exceptthat we were afraid we'd have to stay on the island all night. AndCaptain Crane has gone to look for you."
"I'm sorry about that," returned the engineer. "It would have been allright, except that the motor didn't work as I wanted it to. Buteverything is fine now, and we can start for the other island as soon aswe like. I'll blow the whistle and Captain Crane will know that we areback 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 CousinJasper in it. They had rowed for some distance, but had not seen the_Swallow_, and they were beginning to get more worried, wondering whathad become of her.
"However, everything is all right now," said Captain Crane, when theywere all once more on board the motor boat, it having been decided tohave 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 wehad 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 CousinJasper, "but it could not be helped. I guess Jack will be glad to see uswhen we do arrive."
The things they had taken to Palm Island, when they had their mealsunder the trees, had been brought back on the _Swallow_. The motor boatwas now ready to set forth again, and soon it was chug-chugging out ofthe quiet bay.
"And we won't stop again until we get to where Jack is," said Mr. Dent.
"Not unless we have to," sai
d Captain Crane.
The _Swallow_ appeared to go a little faster, now that the engine wasfixed. 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 theywere just as glad to be moving along again.
"And I hope nothing more happens," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Freddie, don't tryto catch any more fish, or anything like that. There is no telling whatmight come of it."
"I won't," promised the little fellow. "But if I had my fire engine hereFlossie and I could have some fun."
On and on sailed the _Swallow_. Every one was safely in bed, except oneman who was steering and another who looked after the motor, when Mrs.Bobbsey, who was not a heavy sleeper, awakened her husband. It was aboutmidnight.
"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!"