"How much
longer will we be out, do you think?"
"There is no telling, Dora," he replied evasively.
"No telling? Doesn't Captain Jerry know where we are?"
"Hardly. You see it is so dark, and we can't make any headway with
the mast gone."
"How stupid of me! I should have known that. Shall we try to fix up
some supper?"
"You might pass some sandwiches. But, no, we had better come down,
one at a time," returned Dick.
This suggestion was carried out, Captain Jerry being the last to go
down, leaving the wheel in the hands of Dick and Tom.
"Don't ye let it git away from ye," was his caution. "If ye do it
will be good-by, 'Liza Jane, an' all of us goin' slam bang to Davy
Jones' locker!"
From old Jerry the girls learned that they would probably have to
remain on the yacht all night.
"Don't ye git alarmed," he said. "The storm's goin' down, an' we'll
come out all right when the sun rises."
The prospect of remaining on the ocean all night was dismaying, and
all of the girls wondered what Mrs. Stanhope would say when they did
not return.
"I know mother will be very much worried," said Dora soberly.
It was decided by the boys that they should take turns at lying down,
each being given two hours in which to rest. Sam was the first to
turn in, but it is doubtful if he slept to any extent. Tom followed,
and then came Dick. Captain Jerry declined, stating he could sleep
when he had the party safe on shore once more.
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