“Can’t say,” confessed Harry. “She isn’t new.”
“How are the halyards?”
“Strong enough so I have been up the mast with them.”
“They ought to be all right.”
Sizz—boom! A big wave struck the bow, the spray flew in a thick cloud, and they were drenched to the skin.
“Awfully jolly!” grinned Harry.
“Yes, more fun than a barrel of monkeys!” said Jack, sarcastically.
“That’s nothing but the beginning,” assured Frank, consolingly. “It’ll be a regular picnic before New Haven is reached.”
“How nice!” groaned Browning.
They took turns at bailing till all were weary and exhausted. Diamond’s temper was beginning to rise, while Hodge was holding his down with an effort.