The Bobbsey Twins on the Deep Blue Sea

  CHAPTER XVII

  A QUEER NEST

  Nan and Bert, who, with Freddie, were splashing out in the water alittle way from where Flossie sat on the beach, heard the cries of thelittle girl and hurried to her. But Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were the firstto reach Flossie.

  "What is it?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.

  "What's the matter?" asked Flossie's mother.

  "Oh, he's pulling me! He's pulling me!" answered the little girl.

  And, surely enough, something behind her, which Mr. and Mrs. Bobbseycould not see, did appear to have hold of the little short skirt of thebathing suit Flossie wore.

  "Can it be a little dog playing with her?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.

  "We'd hear him bark if it was," his wife answered. "And I don't believethere are any dogs on this island."

  Flossie was trying to pull away from whatever had hold of her, and thelittle girl was having a hard time of it. Her bare feet dug in the whitesand, and she leaned forward, just as she would have done if a dog hadhad hold of her short skirt from behind.

  Mr. Bobbsey, running fast, caught Flossie in his arms, and when he sawwhat was behind her he gave a loud shout.

  "It's a turtle!" he cried. "A great, big turtle, and it took a bite outof your dress, Flossie girl!"

  "Will it bite me?" asked the little "fairy."

  "Not now!" the twins' father answered with a laugh. "There, I'll get youloose from him!"

  Mr. Bobbsey gave a hard pull on Flossie's bathing suit skirt. There wasa sound of tearing cloth and then Mr. Bobbsey could lift his little girlhigh in his arms. As he did so Mrs. Bobbsey, who hurried up just then,saw on the beach behind Flossie a great, big turtle, and in its mouth,which looked something like that of a parrot, was a piece of the bathingskirt. Mr. Bobbsey had torn it loose.

  "Oh, if he had bitten you instead of your dress!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey."Flossie, are you hurt?"

  "No, she isn't hurt a bit," her father said. "But of course it is a goodthing that the turtle did not bite her. How did it happen, Flossie?"

  "Well, I was resting here, after I tried to swim," answered the littlegirl, for she was learning to swim; "and, all of a sudden, I wanted toget up, for Freddie called me to come and see how he could float. But Icouldn't get up. This mud turkle had hold of me."

  "It isn't a mud turtle," said Mr. Bobbsey. "But it certainly had hold ofyou."

  Just then Cousin Jasper came along and saw the turtle crawling backtoward the water.

  "Ha! I'll stop that and we'll have some turtle soup for dinnerto-morrow!" he cried. "Not so fast, Mr. Turtle!"

  With that Cousin Jasper turned the turtle over on its back, and therethe big creature lay, moving its flippers, which it had instead of legs.They were broad and flat.

  "Won't it bite you?" asked Freddie, who, with Nan and Bert, had wadedashore.

  "Not if I don't put my hand too near its mouth," Cousin Jasper answered."If I did that it would take hold of me, as it took hold of Flossie'sdress. But I'm not going to let it. Did the turtle scare you, little fatfairy?"

  "I--I guess it did," she answered. "Anyhow I hollered."

  "You certainly did," her father said with a laugh. "At least, youhallooed."

  "What are you going to do with it?" asked Bert, as he watched the bigturtle, which still had hold of the piece torn from Flossie's bathingskirt.

  "We'll eat him--that is part of him, made into soup," answered CousinJasper.

  "Can't he get away?" Nan inquired.

  "Not when he's on his back," said Mr. Dent. "That's how the people downhere catch turtles. They go out on the beach, and when any of thecrawling creatures are seen, they are turned over as soon as possible.There they stay until they can be picked up and put into a boat to betaken to the mainland and sold."

  "Can they bite hard?" asked Bert.

  "Pretty hard, yes. See what a hold it has of Flossie's dress. I had totear it to get it loose," returned Mr. Bobbsey. And the turtle stillheld in his mouth, which was like the beak of a parrot, a piece of thecloth.

  "He looks funny," put in Nan. "But I feel sorry for him."

  Bert and Freddie laughed at Nan for this.

  "The turtle must have been crawling along the beach, to go back into theocean for a swim," said Cousin Jasper, "and it ran right into Flossie asshe sat on the sand. Then, not knowing just what sort of danger wasnear, the turtle bit on the first thing it saw, which was Flossie'sdress."

  "And it held on awful tight," said the little girl. "It was just like,sometimes, when our dog Snap takes hold of a stick and pulls it awayfrom you. At first I thought it was Snap."

  "Snap couldn't swim away down here from Lakeport!" said Freddie, withsome scorn.

  "I know he couldn't!" said his little sister. "But only at first Ithought it was Snap. Are there any more turkles here, Cousin Jasper?"

  "Well, yes, a great many, I suppose. They come up out of the sea now andthen to lie on the sand in the sun. But I don't believe any more of themwill take hold of you. Just look around before you sit down, and you'llbe all right."

  "My, he's a big one!" cried Bert, as he looked at the wiggling creatureturned on its back.

  "Oh, that isn't half the size of some," said Cousin Jasper. "They oftenget to weigh many hundreds of pounds. But this one is large enough tomake plenty of soup for us. I'll tell Captain Crane to send the men overto get it."

  A little later the turtle was taken on board the _Swallow_ in the boat,and the cook got it ready for soup.

  "And I think he'll make very good soup, indeed," said the cook.

  "He certainly ought to make good soup," answered Captain Crane. "It willbe nice and fresh, if nothing else."

  While Mr. Chase and his men were mending the broken engine, and the cookwas making turtle soup, the Bobbsey twins, with their father and motherand Cousin Jasper, stayed on Palm Island. They walked along the shore,under the shady trees, and watched the blue waves break up on the whitesand. Overhead, birds wheeled and flew about, sometimes dashing downinto the water with a splash to catch a fish or get something else toeat.

  "It's getting near dinner time," said Mr. Bobbsey, after a while. "Iguess you children had better get ready to go back to the boat for ameal. You must be hungry."

  "I am," answered Nan. "It always makes me hungry to go in swimming."

  "I'm hungry anyhow, even if I don't go in swimming," Bert said.

  "Perhaps we could have a little lunch here, on Palm Island, withoutgoing back to the _Swallow_," Mrs. Bobbsey suggested.

  "Oh, that would be fun!" cried Nan.

  "Daddy and I'll go to the ship in the boat and get the things to eat,"proposed Bert. "Then we'll bring 'em here and have a picnic."

  "Yes, we might do that," Mr. Bobbsey agreed. "It will save work for thecook, who must be busy with that turtle. We'll go and get the things foran island picnic."

  "This is almost like the time we were on Blueberry Island," said Nan,when her father and brother had rowed back to the _Swallow_.

  "Only there isn't any cave," Freddie said.

  "Maybe there is," returned Nan. "We haven't looked around yet. Maybe wemight find a cave here; mightn't we, Mother?"

  "Oh, yes, you might. But don't go looking for one. I don't want you toget lost here. We must all stay together."

  In a little while Bert and Mr. Bobbsey came back with baskets filledwith good things to eat. They were spread out on a cloth on the cleansand, not far from where the waves broke on the beach, and then, underthe waving palms, the picnic was held, Captain Crane and Cousin Jasperhaving a share in it. On the _Swallow_ the men still worked to mend thebroken engine.

  "How long shall we be here?" Mr. Bobbsey asked.

  "About two days more," answered Captain Crane. "It will take longer thanwe at first thought to fix the break."

  "Oh, I'm sorry about that!" exclaimed Cousin Jasper. "I wanted to get tothe other island as soon as we could, and save Jack. It must be verylonesome for him there, and perhaps he is hurt, or has become ill. Iwish we could get to him."

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nbsp; "We'll go there as soon as we can," promised Captain Crane. "I am asanxious to get that poor boy as you are, Mr. Dent. At the same time Ihope he has, before this, been taken off the island by some other boatthat may have seen him waving to them."

  "I hope so, too," said Mr. Dent. "Still I would feel better if we wereat the other island and had Jack safe with us."

  They all felt sorry for the poor boy, and wondered what he was doingjust then.

  "I hope he has something as good to eat as we have." Nan spoke with asigh of satisfaction.

  "Indeed, this is a very nice meal, for a picnic," said her mother. "Weought to be very thankful to Cousin Jasper for taking us on such a nicevoyage."

  "I am glad you like it," returned Mr. Dent. "All the while I was in thehospital, as soon as I was able to think, my thoughts were with thispoor boy.

  "I tried to get the hospital people to send a boat to rescue Jack; butthey said he could not be on the island, or the sailors who brought meoff would have seen him. Then they thought I was out of my head withillness, and paid little attention to me.

  "Then I thought of you, Dick, and I wrote to you. I knew you likedtraveling about, and especially when it was to help some one."

  "Indeed I do," said the father of the Bobbsey twins. "And if all goeswell we'll soon rescue Jack!"

  After the picnic lunch the Bobbseys and their friends sat in the shadeof the palms and talked over what had so far happened on the voyage.Flossie and Freddie wandered down the beach, and the little girl wasshowing her brother where she sat when the turtle grabbed her dress.

  "Let's dig a hole in the sand," Freddie said, a little later.

  "We haven't any shovels," Flossie answered.

  "We can take shells," said Freddie.

  Soon the two little twins were having fun in the sand of the beach. Theyhad not been digging very long when Freddie gave a shout.

  "Oh, I hope nothing more has happened!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, startingup.

  "What is it, Freddie?" called Mr. Bobbsey.

  "Look at the funny nest we found!" answered the little boy. "It's afunny nest in the sand, and it's got a lot of chicken's eggs in it! Comeand look!"