"Drinks? Likely the captain has a private bottle tucked away somewhere that he will give you a nip out of."
"Life, I mean. Pulsing streets, swarms of people, theaters, hand-organs——"
"Oh, yes, a monkey is usually lost away from a hand-organ!"
"I suppose that is why you always seem so lonesome! When Merry is sad, we all are—grumpy! New York would help to lift us out of the dumps."
CHAPTER XXII.
ADRIFT IN THE ATLANTIC.
"So thick you might cut it with a knife!"
Captain Darien, who had walked forward and joined the group of Merriwell's friends, looked off into the wall of gloom as he said this. The Merry Seas was mournfully blowing her whistle, and others were continually heard. The steamer was nearing New York harbor.
"Will you try to run in, captain?" Frank asked.