farther, Jerry. It's getting quite rough."

"Yes, I guess it is," admitted the steersman, as he put the boat
about. "There's quite a swell on. Wouldn't wonder but we'd have a
storm by morning, though it's bright enough overhead. I don't believe
Ponto is a good prophet."

There were only a few clouds in the sky, and the moon was shining down
like a big silver disk, making objects unusually bright, for the
southern moonlight is wonderful.

Jerry put the boat over near shore, and steered along the coast,
which, at that point was quite rocky, cliffs rising here and there to
a considerable height above the water.

"Look out you don't run her on the rocks again," cautioned Ned.

"I'll be careful," replied Jerry. "Maybe you want to run her a while.
I don't want to be the whole show."

Ned was glad of the chance to take the wheel, and he and Jerry changed
places. They were proceeding at slow speed, the girls occasionally
humming the chorus of a song, and the boys joining in when they knew
the air. The beauty of the night, the fine boat, and delight of moving
along with scarcely a sound, had them all under a sort of magic spell,
and they felt they could thus go on forever.

It was when they came opposite a range of low cliffs, close to the
water's edge, that Bob suddenly called out in a low voice: