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"Oh, yes, the oranges are for whomsoever wants them. Help yourselves, children, while we get the things on shore that we need from the motor boat."
"Oh, goody!" shouted Flossie.
"Are we going to sleep here at night?" asked Bert.
"Well, I did think we might camp out here for a week or so, after we got here and found that Jack was all right," answered Cousin Jasper. "But if he is ill, and needs a doctor, we shall have to go right back to Florida. However, until we are sure of that, we will get ready to camp out."
"Oh, what fun!" cried Nan.
"It'll be as nice as on Blueberry Island!" Flossie exclaimed, clapping her fat little hands.
"But there weren't any oranges on Blueberry Island," added Freddie. "Still the blueberries made nice pies."
"Mother made the pies," said Flossie.
"Well, the blueberries helped her," Freddie said, with a laugh.
The Bobbsey twins gathered oranges from the trees and ate them. The men folks then began to bring things from the Swallow, which was anchored in a little bay, not far from shore.
Two tents were to be set up, and though the crew would stay on the boat with Captain Crane, to take care of the vessel if a sudden storm came up, the Bobbseys and Cousin Jasper would camp out on Orange Island.
In a little while one tent was put up, an oil-stove brought from the boat so that cooking could be done without the uncertain waiting for a campfire, and boxes and baskets of food were set out.
"I want to put up the other tent," said Freddie. "I know just how it ought to be done."
"All right, Freddie, you can help," was the answer from Bert. "Only, you had better not try to pound any of the pegs in the ground with the hatchet, or you may pound your fingers."
"Ho! I guess I'm just as good a carpenter as you are, Bert Bobbsey!" said the little boy stoutly.
He took hold of one of the poles and raised it up, but then it slipped from his grasp and one end hit Nan on the shoulder.
"Oh, Freddie! do be careful!" she cried.
"I didn't mean to hit you, Nan," he said contritely. "It didn't hurt, did it?"
"Not very much. But I don't want to get hit again."
"Freddie, you had better let the older folks set up that tent," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Here, you and Flossie can help put these boxes and baskets away. There is plenty of other work for you to do."
A little later the second tent was in position, and everything about the camp was put in good shape.
Then Cousin Jasper, Mr. Bobbsey and the captain, taking Bert with them, started around for the other side of the island to look and call for the missing Jack.
"I want to come, too," said Freddie.
"Not now," his mother told him. "It is too far for a little boy. Perhaps you and Flossie may go to-morrow. You stay and help me make the camp ready for night."
This pleased Freddie and Flossie, and soon they were helping their mother, one of the sailors doing the heavy lifting.
Meanwhile Bert, his father and the others walked on through the woods, around to the other side of the island. They found the place where Cousin Jasper's boat had struck the rocks and been wrecked, and Mr. Dent also showed them the place where he and Jack stayed while they were waiting for a boat to come for them.
"And here is where we set up our signal," cried Mr. Bobbsey's cousin, as he found a pole which had fallen over, having been broken off close to the ground. On top was still a piece of canvas that had fluttered as a flag.
"But why didn't Jack leave it flying, to call a boat to come and get him when he found you gone?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"I don't know," said Cousin Jasper. "This is very strange. I thought surely we would find Jack as soon as we reached the island. It may be that he has been taken off by some fishermen, but I think I would have heard of it. And he was here about a week ago, for Captain Harrison saw him, you remember he told us. Well, we...
"And yell and yell some more," added Bert. "Maybe he can hear us now."
So they shouted and called, but no one answered them, and Cousin Jasper shook his head.
"I wonder what can have happened to the poor boy!" he said.
They walked along the beach, and up among the palm and orange trees, looking for the missing boy. But they saw no signs of him.
Chapter XXII
Found At Last
When Bert, with his father, Cousin Jasper and Captain Crane, got back to the place where Mrs. Bobbsey had been left with Nan and the two smaller twins, the camp on Orange Island was nearly finished. The tents had been put up, and the oil-stove was ready for cooking.
"Didn't you find that poor boy?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"No, we saw no trace of him," her husband answered.
"Oh, isn't that too bad?"
"Yes, I am very sorry," sighed Cousin Jasper. "But I have not yet given up. I'll stay here until either I find him, or make sure what has happened to him. Poor Jack has no relatives, and I am his nearest friend. I feel almost as though he were my son. We will find him if he is on this island."
Bert and the others who had walked around to the other side of the island, hoping that Jack might be found, were tired from their trip, and when they got back were glad to sit on the beach in the shade. A meal was soon ready, and when they had eaten they all felt better.
"It is too late to do much more searching to-day," said Cousin Jasper, "but we will start early in the morning."
And this they did, after a quiet night spent on the island. As soon, almost, as the sun had risen, the Bobbsey twins were up, and Bert and Nan gathered oranges for breakfast.
"I wish we could live here always," said Freddie. "I'd never have to go to the store for any fruit."
"But if we stayed here we couldn't have Snap or Snoop or Dinah or Sam, or anybody like that from Lakeport," put in Flossie.
"Couldn't we, Mother?" asked the little boy.
"Course we couldn't!" insisted Flossie.
"Well, I guess it would be hard to bring from Lakeport all the friends and all the things you like there," said Mrs. Bobbsey.