"So am I—if I can make my little pile."
"That's what I mean. Van Blott, we must do it, too."
"I expect to, but it isn't going to be so easy as we thought. The owner of the ship has sent his son to watch me, and he and those other lads are rather clever."
"Pooh! you are not afraid of those boys, are you?"
"It isn't that. I'm afraid they'll discover something and take the news to the old man."
Here the talk had to come to an end, and the two men separated, promising to meet in the evening. That they had some scheme they wished to work, there could not be the slightest doubt.
By nightfall the storm was at an end, and the sun set in a perfect blaze of glory. Of the gale only a stiff breeze remained, and Captain Marshall lost no time in setting his sails as before. All the loose seams had been mended and the Stormy Petrel now took in no more water than was usual with her, and is usual with ordinary sea-going craft.
"I am glad that is over," remarked Phil, the next day, after a fair night's sleep.
"So am I, and I never want to experience another such storm," came from Roger.
"How do you both feel?" asked Dave.