The boat continued to toss and pitch, and now Dave had all he could do to keep his feet. When he reached the entrance to the main deck he was stopped by one of the under officers.
"Too rough to go out there."
"I am looking for my friend," answered Dave, and told of the disappearance of the senator's son.
"Perhaps he's walking in his sleep," suggested the officer.
"That may be it!" cried Dave. "Queer I didn't think of it. He told me he got up once in a great while."
"If he was walking in his sleep the lurching of the boat must have awakened him—if he cried out. Maybe he went back to his stateroom," continued the ship's official.
"I'll go back and see."
Not without some difficulty Dave returned to his stateroom. The steamer was pitching and tossing dreadfully, and the wind made a wild whistling sound overhead. He heard the overturning of a table or a chair and the crash of glassware.
"We are going to have a tough night of it," he reasoned. "Guess further sleep will be out of the question."
Hoping he would find his chum in the stateroom, Dave returned to the apartment. Here another surprise was in store for him. The door was locked from the inside. He rapped loudly several times.