“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.