"Well, Larry, how do you like this?" questioned Captain Ponsberry, as he took a position beside the second mate.
"Oh, I don't mind it at all," was the cheery answer. "I used to mind the storms, but I've got used to them."
"This isn't a plaything we are getting."
"Oh, I know that—you can see it by the way the wind is driving us. But we are not near any land, are we?"
"No."
"Then we'll be sure to outride it. I feel I can bank on the old Columbia for almost anything."
At this Captain Ponsberry laid an affectionate hand on his second mate's shoulder.
"Reckon you love the old craft about as well as I do," he said.
"I don't know about that—you've been on board so many more years than myself. But to me she is a second home."
"I see. Well, let us hope we get through with this trip in safety."
"Don't you imagine we'll do it?" questioned Larry, quickly.
"Certainly. But you must remember that we may have trouble if we fall in with any Russian war-
