CHAPTER XIX
A CRY FOR HELP
"ISN'T this perfectly delightful," remarked Nellie, as she reclined on
some cushions in the little cabin. "I just love to be on the water!"
"Well, it's better than being out in the fog," admitted Jerry, as he
adjusted the oil feed on the engine, and glanced over the moonlit
waves.
"There don't seem to be many boats out tonight," observed Olivia.
"Maybe the owners are afraid of a storm," suggested Rose. "Sometimes a
storm will follow a fog. I wonder if it's safe for us to go out?"
"We're not going far, and we'll keep near shore," replied Jerry. "It
does act as if it was going to blow a bit, but I guess it will not
amount to much."
There was quite a swell on as they got further out, and the Ripper
rolled some, but the boys and girls were too good sailors to mind
that.
"I wonder if we'll meet Mr. Blowitz again," came from Nellie, after a
period of silence. "He's always turning up most unexpectedly."
"I don't believe we'll see him to-night," said Ned. "What do you think
he wanted of us? Shall I tell 'em, Jerry?"
"Might as well, I'm going to tell Mr. Seabury as soon as I see him."
Thereupon Ned related the interview with Carson Blowitz, and the
latter's desire to have the boys search for the derelict Rockhaven.
"I hope you don't go," spoke Nellie.
"Why not?" asked Bob.
"Because-- well, because," and she laughed a little uneasily.
"That's just like a girl," remarked Jerry, good-naturedly.
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