"That's what I say," added Cora. "But we mustn't make fun of
Inez—she can't bear it."
"Of course not. Besides, I guess none of us feel very much like making fun," went on Walter.
"Our thanks to Senor Ramo will have to wait," said Jack, as he turned away from the hotel desk to rejoin his party. "And now let's get together, see what we have to take with us, and plan our cruise. I'll look up this man Hendos, who owns the Tartar, and see what arrangements I can make with him. Where's Inez?"
"Gone to her room," answered Cora. "I fancy we'd all better get ready for dinner. It's getting late."
They went up stairs, leaving the buzz of much talk behind them, for many of the hotel guests were speaking of the news concerning our friends.
As Cora was entering her apartment, Inez came out into the corridor in front of her room.
"Zey are gone, Senorita!" she gasped.
"Gone!"
"What?" asked Cora, half forgetting, in her own grief and anxiety, what the Spanish girl had gone to ascertain.
"My papairs—for my father! Oh, Senorita, what shall I do?"