“What time does the steamer make?” inquired Case.
“Ten miles an hour against the current,” said the Kid, proudly.
“Then we’ll see you on the Yukon,” promised Case with a grin.
As soon as the Kid was gone, the tired boys sought their bunks and sleep.
CHAPTER XI
TRAPPED
“Gee, Case, what’s the matter?” and Alex reached over and flung a hard pillow at his sleeping companion. Through the little cabin window came the first grey light of dawn.
“What’s the matter?” inquired Case, sleepily.
“That’s just what I’m asking you,” snapped Alex, tartly. “Goodness, man, don’t you feel the boat wallowing in the trough of the sea? She wouldn’t do that if she was moored to the pier. She must have broken away. “Hey, rouse up, you, Clay and Ike,” he called. “The Rambler is adrift in a heavy sea.”
Eight feet struck the floor and the four boys began hustling into their clothes.