"A storm," repeated Ned. "What sort?"
"It might turn into any sort," replied Tom. "All I can see now is a lot of black clouds, and the wind must be blowing pretty hard, for there's quite a sea on."
"Bless my galvanometer!" cried Mr. Damon. "Then we are out over the ocean again, Tom?"
"Yes, there's no doubt of it."
"What part?" asked the assistant pilot.
"That's more than I can tell," Tom answered.
"Suppose I take a look?" suggested Captain Warner. "I've done quite a bit of sailing in my time."
But, when he had taken a look through the window at which Tom had been standing, the naval officer descended, shaking his head.
"There isn't a landmark in sight," he announced. "We might be over the middle of the Atlantic, for all I could tell."
"Hardly as far as that," spoke Tom. "They haven't been pushing the Mars at that speed. But we may be across to the other side before we realize it."