Those clouds may come this way and they may blow north'ard.

If they come down here, we'll catch it putty lively." "I like a good, stiff breeze," came from Sam.
"Oh, don't run us into a storm," cried Grace in alarm.

"We might all get seasick." "Don't be alarmed," said Dick.

"We are a very long way from a storm, to my way of thinking." The morning passed quickly enough, and at noon they ran into a small harbor on one of the islands and had dinner in true picnic style.

At one o'clock they packed up once more, went on board of the Old Glory, and stood off to the westward, for all wanted a run "right on the ocean," as Tom expressed it.
Captain Jerry was just a bit doubtful of the trip, for the clouds in the western sky had grown considerably larger than when first noticed.
Not that he did not think the yacht could weather a blow, but he was afraid the young ladies would get seasick.