"I
can't just make out what she is--sort of misty and hazy just now."
"She seems to be headed this way, too," spoke Bess, who had joined Cora
on the little deck. "Oh, but doesn't the weather look queer?"
She turned a questioning and rather frightened gaze at her chum.
"I think we're in for a storm," Cora spoke.
"But we're too good sailors to mind that--aren't we?"
"I hope so," faltered Bess.
It was not so much a question of sea-sickness with the motor girls,
as it was a fear of damage in a comparatively small craft. They had
been on the water enough, and in stressful times, too, so that they
suffered no qualms. But a storm at sea is ever a frightful
sensation, to even the seasoned traveler.
"Why, that boat is headed right for us," observed Belle, who had also
come out of the dining cabin. As for Inez, she frankly did not like
the water except when the sky was blue and the sun shining, though
she was far from being cowardly about it. So she remained below.
"Jack! Jack!" called Cora, for Walter and her brother had gone down
to their stateroom to don "sea togs," as Jack called them--meaning
thereby clothes that salt water would not damage.
"What is it, Sis?" he asked.
"There's another boat headed for us, perhaps she wants help?" Cora
suggested.
"We'll give them all we can," Jack called, as he came hurrying up.
Then, as he steadied himself at the rail, and looked off through the
mist toward the on-coming boat, he uttered an exclamation.
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