them."

From the way Thad turned his eyes upward, and looked at the gathering
clouds it was evident that he felt he had better pay attention to other
matters which threatened to cause them more or less annoyance before
long.

The wind was certainly freshening very fast. And of necessity the waves
began to take on a size that made poor Bumpus stare, and look serious,
as he contemplated the possibility of a wreck.

"Sure you are heading right to make that cove?" Giraffe asked the
skipper who had the wheel in his charge.

The engine was plodding away steadily, though some of the boys were
worried at the quick whirr that followed the passing of each big wave,
when, perhaps the propeller would be partly exposed, and the resistance
so much less that it spun around, much faster than usual.

"Yes, no doubt about it at all, and if everything goes along right we
stand to make our harbor before dark comes along," the other answered.

"Oh! I wish we were there already," groaned Bumpus; and when Thad looked
at the fat scout he noticed how white he was.

But then that was nothing singular, for it was certainly getting pretty
rough out there on that great expanse of water, and some of the scouts
were sure to display signs of seasickness sooner or later, he knew.
Perhaps poor Bumpus was fated to be the first victim.