“Don’t borrow trouble before we’ve fairly got clear of the land,” Roy cried cheerily. “It’s enough for me that we’re under way, and I’ll let the future take care of itself.”
CHAPTER XV.
AT SEA.
Sailoring under such circumstances as the boys experienced immediately after leaving the key was decidedly pleasant work, and it appeared to be a very easy matter to navigate a vessel.
The wind was hardly more than what might have been called a gentle breeze, and the Zoe glided through the water at the rate of three or four knots an hour.
Ned was at the helm, and his companions, in order to discuss the question of a course in case land should be sighted suddenly, were also in the pilot-house.
“If it wasn’t for the drag of the screw we’d be slippin’ along right lively now,” Ned said as he looked back at the island they had been so eager to leave.
“According to this we shall need a good stiff wind to make any kind of time,” Roy replied thoughtfully, “and how she’ll act when we have to tack is more than I can fancy.”
“There’s no use in borrowing trouble about that,” Vance said quickly. “Who knows but we shall hold the wind this way all the voyage?”
“It isn’t very likely. Don’t you remember that it has nearly always died out about noon, from the first day we struck the key?”
“That is no sign it will do so now.”