"I mean that we're under way now."

The nervous passenger ran to the side and looked over. True enough,
the _Eagle_ was some distance from the wharf. The tug was straining
on the big hawser. The ship had begun her long voyage around Cape
Horn.




CHAPTER XII

SOME JOKES ON BOB

Seeing that he was now indeed afloat, and that the ship was some
distance from land, the man became more nervous than ever. He
paced up and down the deck, looking anxiously at the fast-receding
shore.

Suddenly he ran toward the bow of the ship and leaned far over the
rail.

"Hey there!" yelled Bob, thinking the man was going to Jump
overboard and swim ashore. "What are you doing?"

"I was trying to see the name of the vessel," answered the man,
whose face was now red instead of pale, caused by his exertion in
bending over the rail.

"You can't see it by leaning over," replied Bob. "It's painted