“There! That will carry us quite a few miles,” he declared. “Of course, how many will depend on what kind of weather we strike and how the sea is running.”
“I guess we can be thankful it’s so warm,” said Jack, doing his best at the wheel to make the Fancy ride the waves without ducking those aboard. “If it was as cold down here as it is around Cape Cod, I think we’d all catch our death of cold.”
“It’s too bad we’re wet,” said Gif. “But I suppose we’ve got to make the best of that.”
They were soon out of sight of the schooner, save for the flames which showed them a small part of the deck. As Ira Small had said, the fire soon became lower and presently vanished completely.
“I guess it’s out,” said Fred, with a sigh.
“Yes; and I’m glad of it,” returned Randy.
“Gee, I’ll bet they were scared for a few minutes,” came from Andy.
“You can bet they are mighty mad at us,” was Spouter’s comment. “You can be sure they’ll lay the fire at our door. They’ll say we wanted to burn the ship and drown them.”
“I don’t think they’ll ever try and bring any o’ you fellows into court about it,” chuckled Ira Small. “You’ve got too good a case ag’in’ ’em.”