Here the talk had to come to an end, and the two men separated, promising to meet in the even ing. That they had some scheme they wished to work, there could not be the slightest doubt.
By nightfall the storm was at an end, and the sun set in a perfect blaze of glory. Of the gale only a stiff breeze remained, and Captain Marshall lost no time in setting his sails as before. All the loose seams had been mended and the Stormy Petrel now took in no more water than was usual with her, and is usual with ordinary sea-going craft.
"I am glad that is over," remarked Phil, the next day, after a fair night's sleep.
"So am I, and I never want to experience another such storm," came from Roger.
"How do you both feel?" asked Dave.
"My seasickness is gone, thank goodness," answered Phil.
"Ditto here," said the senator's son. "Dave, you are a lucky dog, to keep so well," he added, a bit enviously.
"Perhaps it will be my turn next time, Roger."
After that the Stormy Petrel continued on her course for many days with but little out of the ordinary happening. Once or twice the boys had some sharp words with the first mate, and Phil had a "tiff" with the supercargo, but nothing like an open quarrel ensued. Yet the flames were smoldering, ready to break out at the first opportunity.
