Off Cape Porpoise the boats found rough seas and the crew of the _Follow Me_ were secretly delighted to observe that the smaller craft made much easier going.

The _Adventurer_ seemed to be having a thoroughly good time, for she kicked up her heels and waved her nose and fairly rolled in merriment as the seas came sliding under her quarter.

The bridge deck was a damp place until both side curtains were lowered and laced to the rails and stanchions.

Poor Joe stood it as long as he could, getting paler and paler and sitting, hands in pockets, gazing fixedly at the brass kickplate at the top of the forward companion way, about the only thing in his range of vision that was fairly steady, and at intervals lurching below with an assumption of carelessness that deceived nobody, to dose himself with his sea-sickness remedy.

That remedy, however, failed him, and it was not very long before the Chief Engineer was conspicuous on the bridge by his absence, while those who listened could hear at intervals a low moaning sound proceeding from the after cabin.