“He has. He was lost in a wreck, and so was the treasure lost,” explained Bunny.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” remarked Miss Mantin, the manager.
She led the children upstairs to a clean, white room, where, in a clean, white bed lay the man who had been tossed off his horse and hurt. Another nurse was coming out of the room as the children and Miss Mantin approached.
“Is Mr. Pott able to see any one, Miss Wentworth?” asked Miss Mantin.
“I think so,” was the answer. “He has been talking to me and seems some better.”
Bunny and Sue were led into the room. Mr. Pott looked at them, but he did not seem to remember them.
“Where did you come from?” he asked them.
“Why, don’t you know us?” asked Sue. “You fell off your horse in our yard.”
“Oh, yes,” said the man in a weak voice. “I know something happened to my horse. But you aren’t my son Harry, are you?” he asked Bunny. “No, you can’t be my son—he’s much bigger than you!” went on Mr. Pott before Sue’s brother had a chance to answer. “My son was on the schooner Mary Bell when she foundered. Harry was sick and I guess he didn’t get off. He wasn’t in my boat, but maybe another boat picked him up. Poor Harry! He’s gone, and so is my treasure. Harry was lost in the West Indies.”
Bunny and Sue started and looked surprised as they heard the name of these islands. Miss Mantin saw this and asked: