She had told the boys about her chum thinking there must be a cow aboard in the night, and of course they all teased Jessie a good deal about it. She laughed with them at herself, however. Jessie Norwood was no spoil-sport.
The Marigold steamed into the east all that afternoon. But the weather did not improve. The hopes of a fair trip were gradually dissipated, and even the skipper looked about the horizon and shook his head.
“Seems as though there was plenty of wind coming, Mr. Darrington,” he said to the owner of the yacht. “If these friends of yours are easily made sea-sick, we’d better get into shelter somewhere.”
“Where’ll we go?” demanded Darry. “Here we are off Montauk.”
“With the direction the wind is going to blow when she gets going, we’d better run for the New Harbor at Block Island and get in through the breech there. It’ll be calm as a millpond, once we’re inside.”
When Darry asked the others, however, the consensus of opinion was that they keep on for Boston.
“Can’t we take the inside passage—go through the Cape Cod Canal?” asked Dr. Stanley. “That should eliminate all danger.”
“Oh, there’s no danger,” Darry said. “The yacht is as seaworthy as can be. But I don’t want any of you to be uncomfortable.”
“I’m a good sailor,” declared Nell.
“You know Jess and I are used to the water,” Amy hastened to say. “Let us go on, Darry.”