Sponges there were, too, though not in great enough abundance to warrant the sponge-gathering fleets coming to this section.
Through the water glass, our friends could see fish swimming around under the water, darting here and there between the waving coral and under the growing sponges.
It was all very wonderful and beautiful, but it is doubtful if any of the young people really appreciated it as they might have done, had their hearts been lighter. Inez did not care to look at the sea sights, for she said she had seen them too often as a child in the islands.
In spite of her anxiety concerning her father und his possible fate, she did not obtrude her desires on her friends. She seldom spoke of the hope she had of going to Sea Horse Island, either to help rescue her father, or to learn some news of him, so that others might set him free.
"But we'll go there, just the same!" Jack had said. "And if we can get him out of prison, we will. There must be some sort of authority there to appeal to."
"You are very lucky, Senor Jack," whispered Inez, with a grateful look.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Jack, who did not like praise.
They reached St. Kitts, or St. Christopher, as it is often called, from the immortal Columbus who found it in 1493, when he did so much to bring unknown lands to notice.
"Now we'll see what sort of luck we'll have," spoke Walter.
They anchored off Basseterre, and, going ashore, had little difficulty in confirming the story of the two shipwrecked sailors being picked up. That much as current news, since another vessel than the Boldero had been near, when the latter's captain stopped for the two unfortunates.