CHAPTER XXXVI.
THE STORM.

OUN’ for Melbourne,
boys!”

“Where did you say we are
going, Siah?” asked Ralph.

“ Melbourne.”

“ Will it take long?” asked
Rick.

“Dun know, chile. We shall
find out by the time we get |
there.”

They were sailing along
when Jack Bobstay’s announce-.
ment to Rick was, “It’s com-
ing!”

“ What’s coming?”

 

“A goueaster. Don’t you

“GLORIOUS” TO BE A SAILOR.

see that the wind is risin’?
And those clouds way off are es to pour buckets, I know, and
the sea is getting to be uneasy.”

Rick thought on the banks of the Concord River that it must
be nice to be a sailor, and he had pictured himself on board a ship,

sporting a trim, neat, sailor’s rig, wearing a big white collar and big
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