“How much further can you go, then?” inquired Miss Jessie.
“Do you see that point over on Muskeget Island?”—pointing.
“Yes.”
“We can go a couple of miles beyond there and still be able to make out signals.”
“My, it’s getting windier and rougher, isn’t it?” asked Elsie presently.
“I think there’s a good blow coming up before long,” Halstead answered. “If you wish, we can turn about and head back toward the pier.”
“Not unless you really want to,” protested the girl. “I’m enjoying this trip too much.”
“Then we’ll pass Muskeget and cruise up and down, instead of going further away from Nantucket,” Tom proposed. “The wind is shifting around to northeast, which promises a goodish kind of blow at this time of the year. If we should get very rough weather I’d like to be where I can run in with you quickly, instead of taking chances out here.”
“Can the ‘Meteor’ go faster than she’s going now?”
“Well, she’s making about fourteen miles,” smiled the young captain. “Her best speed is about twice that.”