er boys flew in one direction and another to execute
them. Up went the mainsail and the jib, and the top-sail followed,
and soon the Old Glory was standing off into Santa Barbara Channel,
with Mrs. Stanhope in the carriage waving them an adieu, and the
girls and the boys waving their handkerchiefs in return.

It certainly was a glorious day, as Dora had said, and after the
sails were set, there was nothing to do but to take it easy on the
cushions of the rail seats. Captain Jerry was at the wheel, but he
promised to let each of them "take a trick" in his place before
the trip should come to an end.

"I jest wish we had another yacht to race with," said the old sailor.
"Then I could show ye what sort o' a clean pair o' heels the Old
Glory could show the other craft."

"It is easy to see the yacht is speedy," replied Dick. "She cuts the
water like a thing of life. And you know just how to get her best
speed out of her," he went on, a remark that pleased old Jerry very much.

"Will we have more breeze, do you think?" asked Tom, later on, as he
observed some in clouds to the westward.

"Can't say as to that, lad. Those clouds may come this way and they
may blow north'ard. If they come down here, we'll catch it putty
lively."

"I like a good, stiff breeze," came from Sam.

"Oh, don't run us into a storm," cried Grace in alarm. "We might all
get seasick."

"Don't be alarmed," said Dick. "We are a very long way from a storm,
to my way of thinking."

The morning passed quickly enough, and at noon they ran into a small
harbor on one of the islands and had dinner in true picnic style. At
one o'clock they packed up once more, went on board of the Old Glory,
and stood off to the westward, for all wanted a run "right on the
ocean," as Tom expressed it.

Captain Jerry was just a bit doubtful of the trip, for the clouds in
the western sky had grown considerably larger than when first noticed.
Not that he did not think the yacht could weather a blow, but he was
afraid the young ladies would get seasick. However, as he did not
wish to put a damper on their fun, he said nothing, resolved to turn
back at the first sign of any "inward upsettin'," as he expressed it.

The breeze had increased, and as it was directly from off shore the
Old Glory bowled along merrily over the waves. Nobody showed the
least sign of seasickness, and they talked, laughed, and sang as if
they had not a care in the world. Tom also did some fishing, a