Find me the next chart, Joe, will you ?" They could see the Seal Islands, or they thought they could, off to port at a little past three.

The _Follow Me_ was hiking along about a quarter of a mile astern, making better going than the _Adventurer_, just as she always did in a heavy sea.

And today the sea was piling up a good deal.
Joe looked anxious at times, but he had passed his novitiate and now it took a good deal of tossing to send him below.

What happened at about half-past three occurred so suddenly that no one aboard the _Adventurer_ was prepared for it.
It grew dark almost between one plunge of the cruiser's bow and another, and before Steve could punch out his warning on the whistle, preparatory to heading to starboard, a gust of wind tore down on them from the north like a blast from the pole and set canvas rattling and flags snapping.

Steve headed toward Englishman's Bay, nine miles due west, and the _Follow Me_ altered her course accordingly.