“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!”
CHAPTER XX
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?”
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