“I hope he has something as good to eat as we have.” Nan spoke with a sigh of satisfaction.
“Indeed, this is a very nice meal, for a picnic,” said her mother. “We ought to be very thankful to Cousin Jasper for taking us on such a nice voyage.”
“I am glad you like it,” returned Mr. Dent. "All the while I was in the hospital, as soon as I was able to think, my thoughts were with this poor boy.
"I tried to get the hospital people to send a boat to rescue Jack; but they said he could not be on the island, or the sailors who brought me off would have seen him. Then they thought I was out of my head with illness, and paid little attention to me.
“Then I thought of you, Dick, and I wrote to you. I knew you liked traveling about, and especially when it was to help some one.”
“Indeed I do,” said the father of the Bobbsey twins. “And if all goes well we’ll soon rescue Jack!”
After the picnic lunch the Bobbseys and their friends sat in the shade of the palms and talked over what had so far happened on the voyage. Flossie and Freddie wandered down the beach, and the little girl was showing her brother where she sat when the turtle grabbed her dress.
“Let’s dig a hole in the sand,” Freddie said, a little later.
“We haven’t any shovels,” Flossie answered.
“We can take shells,” said Freddie.