“I don’t know except for what he said. He says that sometimes you can see the low banks of clouds over the gulf-stream and that you may run from a clear sky and light wind, with all sail, into a heavy sea and cloudy sky where you’ll need double reefs.”
“Isn’t that queer,” exclaimed John. “I wonder when we’ll reach it.”
“Fairly soon, I should say,” said Grant. “We must be getting pretty far south by now.”
“We are. Captain Dodge told me we’d be in the West Indies before long.”
“I wish we could stop.”
“You want to see everything,” laughed John. “We’re going to South America, aren’t we? What more do you want?”
At that moment Fred and George Sanders approached the two boys.
“We ought to be Sons of Neptune in a few days,” exclaimed George gayly as he and Fred came up to the place where their two friends were standing.
“What do you mean by that, Pop?” asked John curiously.
“Just what I say, String, my boy,” said George. “You don’t mean to tell me that you don’t know what a Son of Neptune is! Every man that sails any of the seven seas ought to know that.”