"Don't I smell what?"
"Come in and shut the door. Now smell—smell hard!"
Jessie began to giggle. "What do you mean? Why! I see a little haze of smoke by the window. Do I, or don't I?"
"I opened the window to let it out. But—but it comes more and more, Jessie," stammered the clergyman's daughter. "I believe the yacht is on fire, Jessie!"
"Oh! Don't say that!" murmured Jessie Norwood, suddenly frightened herself.
"When I came in the room was full of smoke and—don't you smell it?"
"It doesn't smell very nice," admitted her friend. "Where does the smoke come from? Where can it come from?"
"It must come from below—from the hold under us."
"But what can be burning? This is not a cargo boat," said the puzzled Jessie. "We don't want to frighten them all, especially if it amounts to nothing."
"I know. That is why I called you first," Nell declared, anxiously. "I—I wasn't sure."