"There is one thing I do not know, Tommy," answered Harriet. "I don't
know how this captain is ever going to get along with the crew she has.
I fear she will have to ship a new crew. Perhaps you'll be glad of that,
eh, dears?"

"Tommy would be willing if, as she already has said, she could be the
whole passenger list," chuckled Miss Elting.

The girls joked and talked until the night had fallen. A few faint rays
of light filtered through the cabin windows and the dim light from the
anchor lantern that hung at the stern of the boat was their only
illumination.

Harriet got up and walked to the bow of the boat, now pointed outward.
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.