But Joe was not the only one aboard the _Adventurer_ who suffered qualms of uneasiness, although he alone gave up the struggle.

Both Perry and Han showed pale countenances and looked big-eyed and pathetic.

Neither displayed the least interest in dinner, while Joe, when cruelly summoned by Ossie, only groaned lugubriously and turned his pallid face to the wall.

At two o'clock the sun broke through and dyed the sea a wonderful green, and the _Adventurer_ began to meet other boats.

As she left Scarboro Beach on her port beam and began to nose in toward Peak's Island the sea calmed and by the time the cruiser was ready to drop her anchor in Portland harbour, Joe, albeit still rather greenish, had pulled himself back to deck to gaze approvingly at the shore.
A week went by during which the Adventure Club, one and all, had a glorious time without anything that in the least resembled adventure.
They spent a whole day in Portland--spent, also, a deal of money there replenishing an utterly exhausted galley--and then, to use Perry's inelegant phrase, "bummed around" Casco Bay for three days more.