“Why, it’s calm, and we only have a short run to shore,” objected Jerry, who wanted to get all of the valuable bark he could. Some of the boxes and bales were too heavy to be taken into the Dartaway.
“Well, I don’t like the looks of the weather,” Sam answered. “There’s no immediate danger, but you never can tell what a gasolene engine will do. Remember our one experience.”
“Then you think we’d better start back?” asked Ned.
“Well, say in an hour,” was the sailor’s reply.
“Why, it’s two o’clock,” exclaimed Bob, as he looked at his watch. “Two hours past dinner time. I’m starved!”
[CHAPTER XIX]
ADRIFT IN THE STORM
“I guess it wouldn’t be a bad plan to eat, and then point for home,” Sam observed. “Have we got any grub aboard?”
“Plenty, trust Chunky for that,” came from Ned. “Set it out, Bob.”