“The captain says it’ll probably swing around to the west to-night. As soon as it does we will get under way again.”
“They can’t do it too soon to suit me,” exclaimed String. “I want to be out on the ocean, where you can’t see a bit of land in any direction.”
“That’ll happen soon enough, once we get started,” said Grant. “Then we’ll probably wish we were on shore again.”
At this moment the cook appeared with a bowl of smoking hot soup for Fred. The cook was named Sam and was as black as ebony.
“Wh’ars dat high diver?” he demanded as he entered the cabin.
“You mean me?” smiled Fred.
“I sho’ do,” said Sam. “You suttinly is some acrobat.”
“Not again, I hope,” said Fred fervently. “I hope my troubles are over.”
As a matter of fact his troubles and his companions’ had scarcely begun.