But the morning after, the wind changed, and the captain ordered
the men to put up the foresail, and brigantine and foretopsail,
which greatly lessened the rolling of the vessel.
Lady Helena and Mary Grant were able to come on deck at daybreak,
where they found Lord Glenarvan, Major McNabbs and the captain.

"And how do you stand the sea, Miss Mary?" said Lord Glenarvan.

"Pretty well, my Lord. I am not very much inconvenienced by it.
Besides I shall get used to it."

"And our young Robert!"

"Oh, as for Robert," said the captain, "whenever he is not
poking about down below in the engine-room, he is perched
somewhere aloft among the rigging. A youngster like that
laughs at sea-sickness. Why, look at him this very moment!
Do you see him?"

The captain pointed toward the foremast, and sure enough there
was Robert, hanging on the yards of the topgallant mast,
a hundred feet above in the air. Mary involuntarily gave a start,
but the captain said:

"Oh, don't be afraid, Miss Mary; he is all right, take my word for it;
I'll have a capital sailor to present to Captain Grant before long,
for we'll find the worthy captain, depend upon it."

"Heaven grant it, Mr. John," replied the young girl.