At Steve's direction the windows were closed, Han performing the task with many "Ay, ay, sirs!" Joe looked anxious and presently sought the forward cabin, reappearing a minute later to ask all and sundry if they knew where he had put his supply of "anti-seasick stuff." No one could tell him and he again took himself off, and before he could locate the medicine the _Adventurer_ had passed the inlet and had settled down on an even keel again.

Han and Ossie spread themselves out on the forward cabin roof and the others made themselves comfortable on the seats of the bridge deck, Phil pointing out seriously and with evident satisfaction that the cushions were not only cushions but life-preservers as well.

Perry was for borrowing Phil's fountain-pen and putting his name on one.
There was no longer any talk of being too warm, for the breeze was straight from the southeast and soon sent them, one after another, into the cabins for their sweaters.

They passed Rockaway Beach a good three miles to port and by half-past one were off Point Lookout.

Every instant held interest, for many pleasure boats were out and their white sails gleamed in the crisp sunlight.