"Who's going to be cook this next watch?" asked Arnold.
"It's my work, by the schedule," replied Jack, "but if you lads will
excuse me now, I'll do double duty later on. I hate to leave the deck
even for a few minutes. I don't feel at all easy!"
"Why, what can make you uneasy?" put in Harry.
"I don't know," Jack answered. "I suppose it's only a notion due to
indigestion after eating some of Tom's cookery, but I have a sort of
uneasy feeling that something is going to happen and I want to be on
deck when it comes. That's all!"
"Well, I'm about starved and so if this portentous calamity will please
postpone its arrival until I get my lunch, I'll be much obliged!"
remarked Arnold. "I'll go get dinner. I follow Jack on the cooking
schedule. What'll it be, gentlemen?"
"More of that fine Red Snapper!" quickly answered Harry.
"If you boys can wait long enough, I'd like some of those famous
biscuits Arnold knows so well how to make," added Tom.
"And I," said Jack, "would like a double portion of both of those and a
cup of that excellent coffee we bought at Mobile."
"Wee, Mong Sewers! Zee Chef departs!" announced Arnold disappearing down
the stairs leading to the cabin from whence in a short time the aroma of
delicious coffee was wafted up to the three boys in the pilot house,
each striving to peer farther into the fog which seemed to be getting
thicker each passing moment.
"Seems to me I hear the booming of the surf on a jagged and rock bound
coast," remarked Harry after an interval of silence following the wail
of the Klaxon fog signal being sounded at regular intervals.
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