"They don't
want you to do a thing, but they can't tell you why."
"Well, it's just an uneasy feeling I have toward Mr. Blowitz, that's
all," went on Nellie. "I can't explain it, but I feel, whenever I am
near him, that he is planning something mean, or that he is up to some
trick."
"Well, it's just how I feel," declared Rose, and Olivia admitted that
she, too, did not trust the man.
"Well, we haven't decided to go," said Jerry, "and we're going to have
a talk with your father about it. I admit I'd like to make the trip
and find the brig, but, as you say, I don't quite trust Blowitz."
"Oh!" suddenly exclaimed Rose, as a wave, larger than any that had
preceded it, sent a shower of spray over the boat. "Don't go out any
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.
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