As for the Sunset Islanders: they were so excited that no thought of sleep was entertained. It was nearly dawn before the last whisper was silenced in their tents. And then, Bill was heard to say, “Let’s go over to Isola Bella the first thing in the morning and have a look at the wreck!”
And his mother called, “If you boys don’t go to sleep there won’t be any morning, because you’ll sleep into the late afternoon.”
However, boys never fail to wake up early if there is a circus or some other great excitement to be enjoyed, so all of the Island boys were up and ready to start for Uncle Bill’s the moment breakfast was over.
Their intent was to view the wreck and take pictures of the charred remains, but once having landed on the wharf they found Uncle Bill with downcast expression—a most unusual thing.
“Boys,” said he, taking them into his confidence, “you remember the Pasha’s diamond sunburst of last night?”
“Well, somehow, the Pasha in his undignified exit from the ball-room lost his turban. Of course the sunburst was with it. The turban has been found but no sunburst!”
“Gee! What did Aunt Miriam say?” cried Billy, sympathetically.
“Well—she is annoyed!”
“We’ll help you look for it, Uncle Bill,” instantly volunteered the boys from Sunset Island.