Frank saw that he had put his foot into it, to speak metaphorically, and was decided now to make a clean breast of the matter.
So he called Randall up, and said:
“I think it would be wisest to explain our situation and our fears in full to the others.”
“Well,” agreed Randall, “I guess you are right.”
With this, Frank called the others up and told them the truth. It caused them some surprise, but Wendel said:
“Well, mates, all of our family were seafaring men, and all have found a grave in the sea but me. I don’t expect to be an exception.”
“Bejabers, the naygur an’ mesilf are good swimmers! Eh, naygur!”
“Yo, kin bet we is, I’sh!”
“Very good!” said Frank, with a laugh. “Then we need fear nothing. Yet I believe we had better turn the machine head on to the wind and trig the wheels well.”
This was done. And now all awaited, with some apprehension and eagerness, the coming of the storm.