Jim Travers went to bed again as much mystified as ever over the
explanation of his imprisonment on board the boat. Aside from this
inscrutable ignorance there was nothing very unpleasant, and he would have
been willing to make quite a lengthy stay, whether he received any wages
or not.
During the bitter cold weather, any one situated as he was might be
thankful if he could secure lodging for the winter.
"They needn't be so afraid of my running away," he often said to himself,
"for I would not be so foolish as to do that when I don't know where to
go. All that I wish is that they would give me the chance to send a letter
to Tom and let him know where I am. The poor fellow must be greatly
worried over me."
He ventured to ask whether he would be permitted to send a letter ashore,
but the refusal was given in such an angry manner that he regretted making
it.
Several days now followed, during which the schooner beat up and down
Delaware Bay without making a landing.
One night the vessel was caught in such a terrific blow that she came
within a hair of being driven on the Jersey shore.
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