minute that it was safe
to keep on. It was getting dark, and Captain Solomon thought it would be
a pity to run the risk of getting wrecked on the Cape when the brig
had gone all the way to Manila and back safely. So little Jacob crept
into his bunk and held on tight, because the ship was pitching and
rolling so much, and he tried to go to sleep. At last he went to sleep;
but he had horrid dreams.

[Illustration: "AT LAST HE WENT TO SLEEP"]

Captain Solomon was on deck all that night, and he had on his oilskins
and he was sopping wet outside the oilskins, but inside them he was dry
as a bone; for oilskins keep the water out beautifully. And the spray
was flying high above the rail and, once in a while, the top of a wave
would come aboard in solid green water. But Captain Solomon didn't mind
the water. He was only very angry at having to sail away from Boston.

The storm kept on for nearly three days and little Jacob was pretty
miserable but little Sol enjoyed it. Little Sol wasn't so anxious to get
home as little Jacob was. And, at last, one morning when little Jacob
woke he didn't feel the ship pitching as she had been, and he was
surprised to find that he was a little bit excited once more. And he
went on deck as soon as he could, and he found that the wind was still
blowing pretty hard but not so hard as it had been blowing, and the ship
was headed for Boston again. And all the sailors looked cheerful. And
Captain Solomon was the most cheerful of all, although he needed some
sleep.

"Well, Jacob," he said, "we're headed for home again. I guess you're
glad."

"Yes, sir," said little Jacob, smiling, "I am glad. When shall we get
there?"

"If this breeze holds," said Captain Solomon, "we'll get in before dark
to-night. But I'm afraid it won't hold."

"Oh," cried little Jacob, "I _hope_ it will."

"So do I, Jacob," said Captain Solomon. "We'll see."

But the wind got less and less. They passed Provincetown, on Cape Cod, a
little while after Captain Solomon and little Jacob and little Sol had
finished their dinner, and Jacob felt hopeful. But the _Industry_ kept
going slower as the wind died down, and Jacob's heart kept going down
and down. But he watched, to see if he could see Boston. And, at last,
it was almost dark and he hadn't sighted Boston, and his heart was
almost down in his boots. He thought that he saw some land away off on
the western horizon, but he couldn't be sure whether he did or not, for
it