our party of friends, and it quickly spread through the hotel. A
number of the guests, whose acquaintance the motorgirls had made,
offered their services, but there was little they could do. What was
most needed was information concerning the wreck.

Inez, who had made the getting of Cora's fan an excuse to go to her
room, to escape Senor Ramo, heard the sad tidings, and came down. By
this time the "fat suspect," as Jack had nicknamed him, had gone,
having scribbled a note of introduction to the captain of the
Boldero.

"Oh, what is it, Senoritas?" gasped Inez. "Is it zat you are in
sorrow?"

"Yes," said Cora, sadly. "Great sorrow, Inez. We have had very bad
news," and there were tears in her eyes.

"I sorrow with you," said the impulsive Spanish girl, as she put her
arm about Cora. "I was in sorrow myself, and you aided me. Now I
must do ze same for you. Command me."

"There is little that can be done until we learn more," Cora made
answer. "The steamer has been wrecked."

"With Senor Robinson, and with the Senoras Kimball and Robinson?"
gasped Inez.

"So we hear."

"Ah, zat is indeed of great sorrow. I weep for you. My own little