sick," answered Sam. "They feel so utterly miserable they don't care what happens."
Leaving Dick on the couch in the cabin, Sam returned to the wheelhouse and Tom to the engine room. The steam yacht had been drifting and the waves were dashing over a portion of her deck. As quickly as possible Sam brought the craft around and now headed her up to the storm, which made her ride better than ever.
For some reason neither Sam nor Tom thought of the disagreeableness of the situation after that. Both were overjoyed to think that Dick had escaped serious injury. The foretopmast lay on the forward deck still, but as it was not in the way it was allowed to remain there for the time being.
Thus the whole of the night wore away, and with the coming of morning the storm gradually died down. But the waves still ran high and it was noon ere the sun came out, to cheer them up.
"I am thankful that is over," said Sam, breathing a deep sigh of relief. "I never want to go through such a night again."
"Nor I," answered Tom. "It takes all the fun out of a chap."
Dick got up, a handkerchief tied around his forehead. He still felt a trifle weak but that was all.
"I will take the wheel," he said to Sam. "If
