I want you to notice how much higher the waves are and how many
more white caps we can see. I don't know what's going to become
of us."
The boy spoke seriously and for a moment his companions looked
keenly at him.
Sometimes it was difficult to decide just what thoughts were in
John's mind. His manner of speaking did not betray his innermost
feelings. This time, however, it was evident that he was anxious,
if not alarmed, and when a moment later Fred declared that he was
so miserable that he must find some relief, the anxiety of the Go
Ahead boys increased greatly.
Fred retired to the cockpit and stretched himself at full length
upon the cushions of the seats. A ghastly, greenish pallor was
upon his face and no proof was required that he was far from
being happy.
John now took the wheel and did his utmost to hold the Black
Growler to a steady course.
Occasionally the motor-boat was caught in the trough of the waves
and the spray dashed over the boys. It was not long before every
one was wet, Fred taking more than his full share of the water.
He was, however, so miserable that he did not protest and even
his friends now were silent as they devoted their efforts to
holding the motor-boat steadily to her course.
All thoughts of luncheon were abandoned. Fred, of course, had
passed the stage where the thought of food brought any pleasure,
while his companions were so busy that they too had forgotten
that midday had arrived.
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