you had better consult with my father, before you do."

"I guess it would be a good plan," said Jerry. "I hope Mr. Seabury
will not be angry at us for taking you out and getting fog-bound, as
well as involving you in a shipwreck."

"Oh, no!" answered Rose with a laugh. "He knows we are all right, for
we have been on the water, more or less, all our lives. He sometimes
worries a little, but, when we get home safe, he's so glad to see us
that he never scolds." Nor did he this time. He inquired about the
trip, and expressed his regrets at the mishap to the Ripper.

"It will be all right if we don't get a storm before high tide," he
said. "I'll inquire of Ponto what the weather signs are. Ponto! I say
Ponto! Where are you?"

"Comin' Massa Seabury! I'se comin'," answered a sleepy voice and Ponto
came from the garden to the veranda, where Mr. Seabury, his daughters
and the boys were.

"Do you think we are going to have a storm?"

"Storm? No, sah. No storm to-day."

"How can you tell?"

"Easy, Massa Seabury. When it's goin' t' storm, I cain't never sleep
well, an' now, I can fall asleep as easy as a baby."

"I believe you. Well, that's what I wanted to know. He's a very good