rolling helplessly on the swells that came in from the open sea.

"Shimminy Gristmas!" groaned Hans. "I don't like dot roll up und drop
avay motions. Id makes me feel sick to your stomach."

"You will get enough of that as long as we remain anchored out here,"
said Diamond, unpleasantly.

Frank gave the orders, and down came the sails. A sounding showed they
could anchor without trouble, and then the anchor was cast. The sails
were not reefed, for it was not known when they might be required.
Arrangements were made for raising them on short notice.

Night came down swiftly. Lights were set, but the boys felt that a light
was poor protection for them in that darkness and fog.

"If we are in the course of the steamers we'll be run down," grumbled
Jack.

"There'll have to be a regular watch to-night," declared Frank; "and the
fog horn must be used."

Browning had managed to crawl on deck, and he looked disconsolate and
disgusted.

"This is what they call a life on the ocean wave," he grunted. "Oh, it
is more fun than a minstrel show!"

"We'll have to put up with some discomforts," said Merriwell.

"We made a mistake in coming further east than Portland," put in Jack.
"That was a good place to stop."

"Wait till the sun comes out to-morrow and we run into Rockland Harbor,"
laughed the owner of the _White Wings_. "You will change your tune."

"Well, I hope so."

Hans was given the first watch, and he remained on deck while the others
went below and had supper. At intervals he blew a blast on the horn,
which sounded like some lost animal bellowing in the fog.

Frank laughed and joked, and he succeeded in putting the others in
better spirits after a time. It was comfortable in the cabin, despite
the fog outside.

Hodge made coffee, and the smell of it as it bubbled over the blaze of
the oil stove gave all of them a ravenous feeling of hunger. The little
folding table was let down and spread, and the sight of the food and
smell of the coffee took their minds off the unpleasantness of their
situation.

"It was a foolhardy thing running down here without somebody who knew
the coast," said Jack.

"My dear fellow," smiled Frank, "we have our chart and compass, and I
know a little something about navigation. Quit your worrying. I'll land
you in Rockland to-morrow all right."

"You were going to land us there to-day."

"And so I would had the wind held right and this fog kept off."

"I believe there is a f