"If only I was home!" "Wouldn't just dry land suit you ?" queried Bob, with a bit of his old-time humor.
"I--I suppose so, but I'd like home best." "Any land would suit me just now," put in the captain.
"Supposing we should land among cannibals!" murmured the nervous passenger.
"I don't believe there are any around here," answered Captain Spark.
"But are you sure ?" "No, I am not sure." "I knew it! Oh, if the savages got us it would be terrible!" And Mr.Tarbill shuddered.
"Well, he's a wet blanket, if ever there was one!" declared Mr.
Carr, in deep disgust.
"I am--er--a wet blanket ?" demanded the nervous passenger.
"Yes, you are!" declared the other.

"And I, for one, am tired of hearing you croak." "Hum!" murmured Mr.Tarbill, and then, for the time being, he said no more.

The constant rocking of the boat made him somewhat sick at the stomach, and he was anything but happy.
Bob could not help but think of home, and of his dear mother and father.

If he was lost, what would they say and what would they do?
"Dear folks at home!" he murmured.

"If I ever get back you'll find me a different boy, yes, indeed, you will! No more silly tricks for Bob!" And he shut his lips with a firmness that meant a great deal.
The boy had just closed his eyes to take a nap when a loud cry from Tim Flynn awoke him.
"What's the matter ?" he questioned.
"What do you see, Tim ?" asked the captain.
The sailor was at the bow, standing up on the seat and gazing far across the rising and falling waters.