upright was out of the question. Everything that was loose was on the floor, shifting from one side to the other.
The boys waited with bated breath, and a few minutes later heard a crash on the deck, which told that a topmast, or one of the yards, had come down. Then came a yell of alarm from one of the sailors.
"We are going to sink! We are going to sink!"
"Did you hear that?" ejaculated Roger. "He said the Stormy Petrel was going to sink!"
"What shall we do?" put in Phil. "I don't want to drown!"
Phil had scarcely spoken when a side door to one of the staterooms burst open and a man came forth, wild with terror, his face scratched and bleeding. Much to their amazement, they saw it was Jasper Van Blott.
"Is the ship really going down?" cried the former supercargo, in a trembling voice.
"Where did you come from?" cried Dave.
"I—er—I've been in hiding. But, tell me, are we going down?"
"I don't know."
"I—er—I must go on deck and see. It nearly killed me, the bark bounced around so," went on Van Blott.
He started for the companionway, but had not yet reached the top when a big wave hit the Stormy Petrel broadside, sweeping the deck from end to
