“The watermelon and the fellows who gave it to us.”
So each boy, a section of pink fruit in one hand and a letter in the other, began the absorbing process of eating and reading.
The wind was playing high jinks outside, but the young tars in their snug cabin heeded it not a bit.
Not till a stream of pink melon juice squirted over the written page which he was reading, did Kenneth look up—his attention distracted. The darkness of the cabin made him look for the cause.
To port, flashes of the gray, stormy light were sifting in through the oval windows when the yacht rose to the top of a wave; then he turned to the right and looked out. A great black wall shut off every particle of light—it was as if the yacht had been built against a high board fence.
Kenneth jumped up and ran on deck.
“Look out, boys!” he shouted down the hatch after a moment. “The big schooner just to starboard of us is dragging her anchors and will be down on us in a minute.”
CHAPTER XV
CAPTURED BY “LIBERTY”
When Arthur and Frank came on deck in answer to Kenneth’s summons, the wind nearly took their heads off—it blew in their ears and deafened them. They found it hard to breathe against it, and its force nearly took them off their pins.