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The Motor Girls on Waters Blue - Or the Strange Cruise of the Tartar by Margaret Penrose
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"Surely there are telegraph lines and cables," spoke Belle.

"There are," the hotel clerk informed them, "but there are so many
small islands hereabouts, into the harbor of any one of which the
ship may have put, that it would be impossible to say where it was.
And not all the islands have means of communication. So I beg of you
not to worry, Senoritas. Surely they are safe."

Yet even the clerk, sophisticated as he was, did not believe all he
himself said. For the storm, as the girls learned afterward, was
almost unprecedented in the West Indies.

There was nothing they could do save to wait until it was over--until
it had blown itself out, and then to wait, perhaps longer and with an
ever increasing anxiety, for some news of those who had sailed.

"Oh, if Senor Robinson should be lost!" half sobbed Inez, on the
third day of the storm, when it showed no signs of abating. "If he
should he lost, my father would be doomed forever to zat prison."

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Jack, for it was in talking to Jack and Walter
that the Spanish girl gave utterance to these sentiments. "Don't go
saying such things around Cora and Bess and Belle, or you'll give
them the fidgets. There's no sign the steamer is lost just because
it has run into a storm."

"I know, Senor Jack,"--for so she called him, "but zere is so much
danger. And my father--he is languishing in prison."

"Yes, but we'll have him out. Mr. Robinson didn't take those papers
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