“I’m trying to be brave but—oh!”
The cruiser had given a sudden lurch which nearly flung Vevi from her feet.
“Something hit us!” she wailed, clutching Connie’s hand.
“It was only a big wave. When the boat engine isn’t on, you feel ’em more. That one hit us broadside.”
“I’m going inside,” Vevi repeated. “It’s not safe out here on deck. We might be thrown overboard.”
She dived into the cabin. Connie took another look around to see if help might not be near. Seeing no one or any moving boat, she followed her friend into the cabin.
Vevi had huddled down on one of the bunks, wrapping a blanket about herself. Connie joined her there, sharing the warmth of the cover.
“I wish we’d never decided to go for a ride on this stupid old boat,” Vevi murmured.
“What I wish is that we hadn’t gone on ahead of the other Brownies,” declared Connie.
The two girls felt very miserable and discouraged. They were beginning to fear they never would be missed. Although they were not really seasick, the steady rolling of the boat made them feel uncomfortable.