“Have no fears,” said Frank. “She will outride it, I know. Then we will find her safe enough.”
“She will if the lubbers handle her right,” declared the captain; “but I am afraid they won’t.”
At least it did no good to borrow trouble, and realizing this, the captain became more cheerful.
“What do you care?” said Stanhope. “You have a large fortune in pearls. You can buy many such ships.”
Thus Captain Uriah was consoled.
The Dolphin cruised aimlessly about in the meanwhile.
The barometer yet showed that there was disturbance above, so those in the cabin of the Dolphin proceeded to make themselves easy until the storm should pass.
And now by way of diversion Barney and Pomp provided their quota in the line of a musical entertainment.
The Celt had a genuine Irish fiddle which he solemnly asserted had been in his family for ten generations.
“Shure, it’s dearer to me than the apple av me eye!” he declared. “Didn’t me ancistors play it in the coort av the Oirish kings afore iver England got her bould foot on the neck av ould Oireland!”