Maybe he went back to his stateroom," continued the ship's official.
"I'll go back and see."
Not without some difficulty Dave returned to his stateroom. The steamer was pitching and tossing dreadfully, and the wind made a wild whistling sound overhead. He heard the overturning of a table or a chair and the crash of glassware.
"We are going to have a tough night of it," he reasoned. "Guess further sleep will be out of the question."
Hoping he would find his chum in the stateroom, Dave returned to the apartment. Here another surprise was in store for him. The door was locked from the inside. He rapped loudly several times.
"Hello! Who's there?" came in a sleepy voice.
"Roger, is that you? Let me in."
"Dave, I declare! Why, I thought you were in your berth."
The senator's son came to the door and opened it. Dave entered the stateroom, which was dark.
"Roger, where have you been?" he demanded.
"So you knew I went out, did you?" asked the senator's son, in a voice that showed he was vexed. "I thought I went out and came back without your knowing it. I thought you were still in your berth."
