"This is my first experience before the mast," apologized poor Jonah. "I've always been a passenger. Please don't get provoked."
"Provoked!" yelled Capt. Noah. "Provoked! I feel like throwing you overboard!"
"Steer for the iceberg!"
"I won't throw you overboard until later!"
Mr. Jonah heaved a sigh of relief, for at first I guess he thought he'd have to go back to the Whale without having the chance of Capt. Noah cooling off.
Marjorie stood close to the rail, straining her eyes for a glimpse of the polar bears.
The three Noah boys now came on deck, and Ham handed the spyglass to his father.
"I see them! I see them!" cried Capt. Noah. "One of them is waving a flag!"
"Let me look," said Marjorie, who was dreadfully worried about them.
Yes, there they were. On the top of the berg she could dimly see two figures and a white object waving back and forth. The sea was getting rough and the Ark rolled about in a most uncomfortable manner.