Go forward," advised Captain Spark.
"I'm afraid to move for fear I'll slip overboard as Bob did." "Well, if you do we can see to fish you out.

It's daylight now." "Oh, I'm miserable! I wish I had never come on this trip! I know I shall never live to see home again!" "I, too, wish you hadn't come," thought the captain, but he really felt sorry for the nervous man.
Finally it grew so hot that Mr.Tarbill could stand it no longer.
He decided he would make his way forward, where he could be in the shade of the sail.

The others were very warm also, but they did not complain.

Even Bob, who was not used to roughing it as were the sailors, stood it bravely, though the hot sun made his head ache.
Mr.Tarbill, who was in the stern, near Captain Spark, arose and started forward.

As he did so a wave, larger than any that the boat had previously encountered, careened the craft a bit.
"Oh, I'm going overboard!" exclaimed Mr.Tarbill.
He made a frantic clutch at the air, and really did almost go over the side, but it was due more to his own awkwardness than to anything else.