"I hope we will all get home sometime," he said, quietly.
"You speak as if there were some doubt about it," said Harry quickly.
"There is," answered the captain, slowly.
The boys looked at one another in dismay. What did it mean? Harry was the first to recover his composure.
"You surely intend to land somewhere," he said, half questioningly.
"Sure—if we are lucky."
"You mean that this storm is so bad that there is danger we may not weather it?"
Again the captain laughed his big laugh.
"We'll weather this all right. It's only a capful of wind for the old Mariella. She has ridden out many a storm that would make this one look like thirty cents."
"Then if there is no danger from the weather, we demand that you land us at the nearest port."