storm was added the gloom of coming night. The boys were anxious as to what Mrs. Bouncer might think, and they did not know what would be the outcome of this drifting into the ocean. But they could do nothing except what they were doing.
They could only hope for rescue.
The boys were taking their coffee, and eating some of the sandwiches Silas had made, when suddenly the boat was tossed about more violently than ever before. She rose up, with her now high in the air, and things in the cabin slid toward the stern. Then the bow went down and the stern rose up.
"What's happening?" cried Frank.
"Listen!" exclaimed Bob.
"That's the surf!" called Sammy. "We're going through the inlet into the ocean!"
There was a terrific crash of thunder, and a brilliant flash of lightning. Looking through the bull's-eyes Bob could see the heaving billows. Then, as the Skip ceased her violent motions, and began to move regularly up and down. Bob cried:
"We're out to sea, boys! Think of it! Out on the ocean!"
