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It was not long after this little conversation that the tug-boat was bravely puffing out to sea. The wind was strong and the waves ran pretty high, but the boat made her way over the rough water without difficulty.

The boys were delighted with the motion of the vessel as it plunged over the waves, and none of them felt in the least degree sick.

Chap wished to go out on the bow, where he could stand and see the boat "breast the billows;" but he was not allowed to do this, for every now and then a shower of spray came over the bows, and he would have been drenched to the skin in ten minutes. Even where they sat in the stern, the boys were frequently treated to a shower of spray; but this, as they wore their overcoats, they did not mind in the least.

It took them longer to near the schooner than they had supposed it would, for she was making very slow headway against the wind, and in some of her long tacks she seemed to the boys as if she were trying to keep out of their way.

At last, however, they reached her, and the tug steamed close enough to her side to allow the people on board to be hailed. But, to the disgust of the captain of the tug-boat, his offers to tow the disabled vessel into shelter were declined.

Her captain believed that he could work her in without any help, and he did not wish to incur the expense of being towed.

"All right, then!" said the captain of the tug-boat to the boys, who stood near him. "She can run in by herself, and perhaps she'll make the Breakwater in a week or two. We have lost nothing but some of our owners' coal, and you fellows have had a sea trip. And now we will run back again."

The captain made two mistakes that day. One was when he thought he was going to make some money by towing a schooner and the other was when he thought he was going to run in again.

The tug-boat had not gone ten minutes on her returning course, when suddenly her machinery stopped, and in a few moments the boat turned about and began to roll in the trough of the sea.

There was now a good deal of confusion in the engine-room, and there the boys made their way, not without difficulty, for the rolling motion of the boat made it very hard for them to keep their feet.

In the engine-room they found the captain, the engineer, and one or two others of the small crew. Something had broken, the boys knew not what, for no one seemed to have time to explain the matter to them.

Efforts were being made to repair the injury. There was a great deal of hammering and banging and loud talking, and presently the engine let off the steam from the boiler, which made such a noise it was almost impossible to hear anything that was not shouted into one's ear.

Perceiving that they were in the way, and could find out nothing, and were to be told nothing, the boys prudently retired into the inner cabin. Here Phil and Chap became quite sick. They could stand the pitching and tossing of the boat as she rose over and plunged down the waves, but this rolling motion was too much for them.

The two unfortunates crawled into the little bunks in which they had slept the night before, while Phoenix, with an air of brave resignation, braced himself against the cabin-door, and waited to see what would happen next.

Nothing seemed to happen next. After awhile the noise of the escaping steam grew less, and then it stopped. The hammering and banging had also ceased, and thinking that everything was all right now, Phoenix went forward to see how things were going on.

It was not easy to see much, for the engine-room was lighted only by a hanging lantern, but he met the captain, who informed him that they were in a bad way. One of the connecting-rods had been broken, and as the engine was not stopped soon enough, some other parts of the machinery had been damaged.

"We have tried to patch her up," said the captain, "but it is no go. All we can do is to make everything tight, and lie here until some vessel comes along to give us a tow in. This has been a pretty bad day for us, for we're not going to take any steamer up the river to-morrow."

"How long do you think you'll have to stay here?" asked Phoenix.

"Don't know," answered the captain. "Something may come along pretty soon, and we may not be towed in till morning. But you needn't be afraid. We'll make everything tight, and though we may roll and pitch, we won't take in any water."

"I suppose that vessel with a broken mast couldn't help us?" said Phoenix.

"No," said the captain, "it is more than she can do to take care of herself, and she is out of sight now, although she isn't any nearer the Breakwater than we are."

"Perhaps some steamboat will come out after us when they find we don't come back," suggested Phoenix.

"That may be," said the captain, willing to give his young passengers as much encouragement as possible. "But you fellows had better get something to eat, and turn in. You'll be more comfortable in your bunks while we are rolling about in this way."

But Chap and Phil did not want anything to eat. The very idea was horrible to them. And so Phoenix ate his hard biscuit and some cold meat, for there seemed to be no intention of even boiling a pot of coffee, and then he crawled into his little bunk.

"Boys," groaned Chap, "I don't care for a tug-boat as much as I used to."

And here his remark ended; he was too sick to say what he hoped.

The night was a horrible one. Occasionally the boys slept; but as they found, whenever they dropped into a doze, they were very apt to roll out of their bunks, they were obliged to keep awake most of the time. As soon as daylight appeared, they were all anxious to go outside, feeling that a breath of fresh air would be better than anything else in the world. This the captain, who seemed to have been up all night, would not allow.

"You'd be washed overboard," he said, "and things are bad enough as they are, without any of you getting drowned. There's a regular gale off shore, and we haven't sighted an inward-bound steamer yet."

In the course of an hour or two, it was evident that a vessel ought to be sighted very soon, for the tug, which was not built for such rough work as this, had, in spite of the efforts of the crew to make everything tight on the decks, shipped a good deal of water, and it was necessary to work the pumps. But this did not help matters, for it was found that a leak had sprung somewhere, and the water came in faster than it could be pumped out.

The tug was now far from the land, and in the path of coastwise steamers; and before noon the welcome sight of a line of smoke appeared on the horizon. It was a steamer which was approaching them, but, unfortunately, it was going southward, and not northward.

"She's a Savannah steamer," said the captain, "but we've got to git on board of her, no matter where she is going; for this old boat can't stand this sort of thing much longer. We've been blowing out from shore all night, and there's no time for anything to come out after us now."

The boys looked aghast.

"Savannah!" they cried. "We don't want to go to Savannah!"

"It's a good sight better place than the bottom of the ocean," said the captain.

It was a bad bargain for the boys, but they had to make the best of it.

"What are you going to do in Savannah?" asked Phoenix, in a tone of dismay.

"It can't take us more than a couple of days to get there," said Phil, "and then we can telegraph home. As soon as our folks know where we are, I shall feel that everything is all right."

"I shan't feel that anything is all right until we know where we are ourselves," said Chap, looking out of one of the little windows of the cabin. "Did you ever see such a pokey old steamer as that is? I believe we shall sink before she gets to us."

But this unfortunate event did not happen, although the tug was very deep in the water and rolling heavily when the steamer lay to, with her bow to the wind, a few hundred yards away from them.

A large boat was speedily lowered and rowed to the tug. In less than half an hour the unfortunate occupants of the sinking tug-boat had been taken on the steamer.

A few articles were brought away from the tug, and the boys were allowed to carry with them their valises.

As soon as the boat-load of people was on the steamer, and the boat hauled up to its davits, the vessel put about, and proceeded on her way.

As the boys looked back, they saw the little tug, with her smoke-stack very much on one side, and but little of her hull visible, tossing and pitching on the waves.

"She isn't good for another half-hour," said the engineer, who stood by.

The party rescued from the sinking tug-boat was very kindly received on board the steamer, but it was quite evident, even to the hopeful and enthusiastic Chap, that there was no intention of putting back for the Breakwater.

The boys had never been on an ocean steamer before, and would have been greatly delighted with their present experience had it not been for the feeling that every movement of the ponderous engine beneath them was taking them farther and farther from their homes.

It would be impossible for their friends to hear from them for at least two days, and the news that the tug-boat had gone out to sea, and never returned, would probably reach Boontown very soon.

All three were very much dejected when they thought of the misery and grief which the intelligence would cause in their families, and Phoenix seemed more downcast than either of the others.

"If father believes I'm drowned," he said, "it'll be just his way to go about grieving that he worked me too hard. I know I made him think that, but I didn't do so much after all."

"If my folks look at the thing in that light," said Chap, "they'll grieve that they didn't get more out of me before I was drowned."

"I don't believe there'll be as much mourning as you think," said Phil. "Uncle will be on hand, and he's been in so many scrapes, and pulled through them all, that he knows just about how things will turn up. I bet it won't be half an hour after he hears the news before he thinks out the whole thing, and has made all your people see that it's as clear as daylight that we've been carried out to sea, and picked up by some steamer, and that we'll be heard from soon after she gets to her port. He'll know that there wasn't storm enough to wreck a good, stout tug-boat, and that something must have got out of order, so that she was carried out to sea."

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