"I think it's barely possible that one of the sailors from the Ramona is marooned on that lonely island," interrupted Jack. "He may be the only one, or there may be more. We'll have to find out. Can you take us to this island?" he asked Slim Jim.
"The lonely island?"
"Yes."
"I rackon so, boss, if you was to hire me, in the manner of speakin'"
"Of course."
"Then I'll go."
"Off for the lonely, isle," murmured Coral softly. "I wonder what we'll find there?"
CHAPTER XXIII
THE LONELY SAILOR
Once more the Tartar was off on her strange cruise. This time she carried an added passenger, or, rather a second member of the crew, for Slim Jim bunked with Joe, and was made assistant engineer, since the negro proved to know something of gasoline motors.