“Oh, then you don’t think I think of others, eh?  That’s one on me.”

“Oh, you haven’t had to, Dick, you have always had some one to think for you,” said Jesse W. wisely, and both Dick and Jack laughed.

“That young fellow will be doing something for you, Jack,” said Percival a few minutes later when the two happened to be alone.  “He is thinking of it now, and later you will hear from it.”

“I suppose he will,” said Jack thoughtfully, “and I don’t know how I can stop him.  I could not help doing what I did, but you would have done the same if you had seen the danger before I did.”

“But I did not,” returned Dick, “and that is just young Smith’s line of argument.  It is nothing that you could have done something if you don’t do it.  Well, you deserve all that can be done for you, and that is all there is about it, old chap.”

Two days later in the middle of the afternoon, the day having been warm with very little air stirring so that the boys were glad to seek the shelter of the awnings spread across the decks, the breeze suddenly fell away and the air became fairly stifling.

The captain looked anxious, and ordered the awnings taken down, and told the boys that they had better go below.

Dr. Wise and the professors got the boys below, and none too soon, for all of a sudden a funnel-shaped cloud appeared on the horizon, spread with startling rapidity until it covered the entire heavens, and then from it shot out a fierce flash of lightning, while the wind which had died out now blew from an unexpected quarter with the greatest fury.

Being under their own steam they, of course, had no use for sails, which would have been blown away.

For all that the waves dashed them ahead with great rapidity and the propellers were now high out of water and now buried deep in the sea, the yacht being almost unmanageable.

The wind was behind them, and there was no chance of going about in such a blow and with such great waves dashing against them, so in pitch darkness they sped on, no one knew where.

The electric lights in the cabin and the saloons were turned on so that the boys were not in darkness, and some of the officers moved about among them telling them that this was simply a squall, and would soon blow itself out, and that there was nothing to be feared.

The howling of the gale, the creaking and straining of the shrouds, the thumping and pounding and groaning of the machinery, and the tramping of men overhead made a combination of sounds that might well terrify anyone, and the older boys tried to reassure the younger ones that it would be over in a short time, and that they would soon be sailing on smooth seas again, and be laughing at their former terrors, but it took a great deal of faith to make all this believed, and some of those who urged it had very little confidence in its truth.

Herring, Merritt, and others of the same class were really terrified, and took on dreadfully, predicting all sorts of dreadful things, and declared that they were fools to have taken this voyage, and that they would never undertake another.