Part 8 (1/2)

”Captain Jerry mentioned that. We'll try.”

There was no stick on board of the _Old Glory_ outside of the bowsprit, and at last they decided to saw this off and put it up as a small mast.

The task was no easy one, and just as the temporary mast was being fitted into place there came an extra heavy puff of wind which sent the yacht far over on her side.

”Hold fast, all of ye!” roared Captain Jerry, and they obeyed, and the stick went rolling over the side and out of sight in the billows.

”Gone!” gasped Tom. ”That ends putting up another mast.”

Slowly the day wore along. The girls were silent, and if the truth be told more than one tear was shed between them, although before the boys they tried to put on a brave face. There were no regular meals, and by the advice of Captain Jerry and d.i.c.k they were sparing of the provisions and the water.

”Our only hope now is for the storm to go down, or else to sight some pa.s.sing s.h.i.+p,” said d.i.c.k. ”Getting back to Santa Barbara at present is out of the question. For all we know, we may be a hundred or two hundred miles from the coast.”

About two o'clock in the afternoon the sky cleared a little. But as the fog lifted, the wind blew with greater force, sending them reeling and plunging into the mighty waves.

”It looks as if we should be swamped after all,” said Tom dolefully.

”Never say die, Tom,” came from Sam resolutely.

”I suppose Mrs. Stanhope will be worried half to death.”

”No doubt of it.”

n.o.body had any heart to talk, and each watched eagerly for some sign of a sail. Tom had a spygla.s.s, and just before sunset he let out a shout:

”A s.h.i.+p! A s.h.i.+p!”

”Where?” came from the others.

”Off in that direction,” and Tom pointed with his hand.

All took a look through the gla.s.s, and saw that he was right. There was a steamer approaching.

”If only they see us.” said d.i.c.k, and his brothers nodded.

The girls had heard the cry, and now came on deck to learn what it meant.

”Oh, I hope they take us on board and back home,” said Nellie. ”I must say I am heartily tired of this yacht.”

The wind was increasing, and the girls had to go back to the cabin to keep from getting wet. The boys put up a flag, upside down, on a piece of planking, and waited eagerly for the steamer to come nearer.

”The yacht is settling,” cried d.i.c.k, a little while later. ”Don't you notice it?”

”The Old Glory has sprung some leaks,” responded Captain Jerry sadly.

”Take the wheel while I go and look them over.”

Tom and Sam, took the wheel, while old Jerry and d.i.c.k inspected the leaks. They soon reported that two seams had opened at the bow, and that there was a bad break at the stern, which was bound soon to interfere with the rudder.