"Shimminy Gristmas!" groaned Hans. "I don't like dot roll up und drop avay motions. Id makes me feel sick to your stomach."
"You will get enough of that as long as we remain anchored out here," said Diamond, unpleasantly.
Frank gave the orders, and down came the sails. A sounding showed they could anchor without trouble, and then the anchor was cast. The sails were not reefed, for it was not known when they might be required. Arrangements were made for raising them on short notice.
Night came down swiftly. Lights were set, but the boys felt that a light was poor protection for them in that darkness and fog.
"If we are in the course of the steamers we'll be run down," grumbled Jack.
"There'll have to be a regular watch to-night," declared Frank; "and the fog horn must be used."
Browning had managed to crawl on deck, and he looked disconsolate and disgusted.
"This is what they call a life on the ocean wave," he grunted. "Oh, it is more fun than a minstrel show!"
"We'll have to put up with some discomforts," said Merriwell.
"We made a mistake in coming further east than Portland," put in Jack. "That was a good place to stop."