“Really?” asked Ned, hardly able to believe it.
“Sure,” Jerry added. “We’ve gotten beyond the point of the cove and it’s open water ahead of us now. Europe lies just beyond. Shall we put for it?”
Another dash of spray caused the boys to duck.
“Not to-night,” came from Bob. “There’s nothing on board to eat.”
“You’d think of that if you were headed straight for Davy Jones’s locker,” exclaimed Ned. “Why can’t you forget it, Chunky?”
“This sea air gives me such an appetite,” replied the stout youth.
“Well, we haven’t anything on board to—” began Ned, when his remarks were suddenly interrupted by a roll of the boat that nearly threw him over the side.
“Look out!” cried Jerry. “Here comes a big wave!”
Almost as he spoke there was a rush of greenish-white water and something more substantial than spray came aboard the Dartaway.