She sniffed the air.
"Well, what is it, Captain?" inquired Jane.
"Wind," answered Harriet. "The wind is freshening, and it's blowing
straight into the little cove here. The 'Red Rover' will be straining at
its leashes like an angry dog before morning, unless the wind veers,
which I hardly think will be the case."
"Hooray for Captain Burrell!" cried Crazy Jane.
The sky was overcast and the wind, as Harriet had said, was freshening
rapidly. She went to the lower deck to test the anchor rope. The anchor
was holding firmly. The wind was now blowing so strongly that the girls
found little comfort in sitting on the upper deck. All hands went below.
With the front cabin door closed the cabin was a comfortable and cosy
place in which to sit. But the cabin floor was acquiring an unpleasant
habit of rising and falling. Tommy's face, ordinarily pale, had grown
ghastly, but she pluckily kept her discomfort to herself. As a matter of
fact the little girl was suffering from a mild attack of seasickness.
"I--I gueth I'll go to bed," she stammered.
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