“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.