"We had better make everything as snug as possible," advised Mr. De
Vere. "If it comes on to blow in the night we'll have our hands full
to manage the boat."
CHAPTER XXV
IN A BAD STORM
SHORTLY after midnight, Jerry who was to take the last, or dog-watch
was awakened by Ned shaking him in his bunk.
"What-- what's the matter?" asked Jerry sleepily.
"You'd better get up I think. The boat is pitching something fierce,
and it's beginning to blow great guns."
"Um!" exclaimed Jerry, as he got out of his bunk, and was thrown up
against a bulkhead by a roll of the boat. "I should say it was
pitching some. Where's Rob? Where's Mr. De Vere?"
"I didn't call them. I thought I'd tell you first and see what you
thought."
"Wait until I take a look outside," said Jerry, dressing as best he
could while swaying to and fro with the motion of the Ripper.
"Here! Quit your fooling!" suddenly exclaimed Bob, as he rolled from
his bunk, and barely saved himself from a bad shock by landing on his
hands and feet in a crouching attitude, as does a cat. "What did you
do that for?"
"You'll have to ask Father Neptune," answered Jerry. "We're not
guilty, Chunky."
"Didn't you pull me from my bunk?" asked the stout youth.
It needed no answer from his chums to assure him to the contrary. The
motor boat was now pitching and tossing violently, and, as the boys
stood in the cabin, they had hard work to prevent themselves from
being thrown from partition to partition.
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