The expression on the face of the skipper bore out all that Tommy had
said of him. Harriet rebuked her, and demanded to know what she had
said, but Tommy laughed merrily and ran into the cabin.

The "Sue" was getting well out to sea now. The shore line was sinking
gradually into the sea. The land had become a faint, purplish blur in
the distance, a strong, salty breeze was blowing across the sloop and
the Atlantic rollers were becoming longer. The "Sue" was beginning to
roll heavily, rising and falling to the accompaniment of creaking
boom, rattling mast rings and flapping jibs. Keeping on one's feet was
becoming more and more difficult with the passing of the moments.

"Oh, help!" moaned Margery, in an anguished voice.

"What ith the matter!" demanded Tommy, squinting quizzically at her
companion, whose face was deathly pale.

"Oh, I'm so ill," moaned Buster. Then she toppled over into the
cockpit, where she lay moaning. Miss Elting and Hazel picked her up,
carried her into the cabin and placed her on one of the cushioned
locker seats. Margery promptly rolled off with the next lurch of the
sloop. "I wish I were dead!" she moaned.

"Cheer up! The wortht ith yet to come," cooed Tommy.

"Do you think this is perfectly safe?" questioned Miss Elting, after
having staggered outside. "The sea is very rough and we are a long way
from shore."

"Not at all, Miss," replied the captain. "This is a very fine sea.
Why, this boat could go through a hurricane and never leak a drop. You
see, we are taking no water aboard at all. Where will you find a boat
as dry as this, I'd like to know?"

Thus reassured, the guardian felt better about their situation, though
she began to feel dizzy and a few moments later was forced to join
Margery in the cabin. Buster was still on the cabin floor, unable to
keep on the locker seat. She was tossing from side to side with every
roll of the sloop. Four other girls from the camp by this time had
sought what comfort was to be had in the cabin. Outside, Jane,
Harriet, Tommy, Hazel and the skipper were taking their full measure
of the enjoyment of the hour. Harriet got out a basket of food, and,
bracing herself against the combing, proceeded to eat. Her companions
on deck joined her. Tommy carried a roast beef sandwich into the
cabin.

"Have a nithe, fat thandwitch with me?" she asked.

Dismal groans greeted her invitation. Harriet called her back.

"You shouldn't have done that, Tommy," sh