"They'll come after us," remarked Sammy. "Silas will get another boat and come for us."
"If he can find us," spoke Bob. "But if we go out to sea I don't believe he can easily pick us up."
"Oh, he will, sooner or later," went on Frank, who did not seem to feel so badly about it as Bob did. "Don't get scared."
"Oh, I'm not exactly scared," replied Bob, stoutly, "for this is a good boat. But a storm at sea is no fun!"
"Maybe it isn't storming out there," suggested Sammy.
"It's sure to be," declared Bob. "But we've got to make the best of it. We've got plenty to eat, that's one good thing."
"And a good place to stay," added Frank. "We're better off than when the Puff was wrecked."
"But we may be wrecked yet," put in Bob,
"Oh, cheer up!" advised Sammy. "We'll be laughing at this in a few hours."
"But how dark it is!" said Bob. "It's almost like night!"
"We've got lanterns here," suggested Frank. "Why not light them? And it might be good to show a light outside, so no other boat will run into us."
"Let's do it!" cried Bob. "I'll steer and you fellows can light up. There are some oilskin suits in one of the lockers, Silas said. You can put one on when you go outside."
The lighting of the lanterns made the boys feel less gloomy, and when Frank and Sammy, putting on the yellow oilskin coats, went outside and hung lanterns there, the boat was in less danger of collision.
"Say, we must be almost to the ocean," cried Frank, as he and Sammy came into the cabin again.
"What makes you think so?" asked Bob.
"Because I can hear the booming of the surf. We*ll be out on it in a little while."
