“I don’t want to be in a storm on any water,” declared Shirley with decision.
“I should say not,” Mabel agreed. “A storm is bad enough with lots of dry land under your feet.”
The sun was just disappearing below the horizon when the Yucatan at last stuck her nose into the waters of the Pacific ocean.
“Well, here we are in the Pacific at last,” said Colonel Ashton. “Do you feel any difference, Shirley?”
“Not a bit,” replied the girl with a smile.
Mr. Willing looked at the sky.
“I guess there will be no storm on this trip,” he said.
Half an hour later all went below to supper.
They had almost finished a delightful meal when their attention was attracted by the sound of a scuffle on deck. All rushed hastily up.
There, struggling with a knot of sailors, was a single man. His back was turned to the girls as they made their way on deck, and at first they did not recognize him.