The _So Long_ approached at full speed, cutting the water like a knife. The Four watched silently. When a little distance away the chap in shirt sleeves bent forward out of sight behind the arch of the cabin and the _So Long’s_ speed decreased. But even so when the two boats met it was like an express train passing a freight on a siding. The chap in shirt sleeves looked across the twenty feet of water that separated the two boats and viewed the Four as calmly as ever, but there was a twinkle in his eye. As the “red tub” dashed by he waved his hand. “So long!” he called politely. “Hope you ch-ch-ch-choke!” sputtered Tom. The others laughed at Tom’s discomfiture. “Stung!” murmured Dan. “He had you there, Tommy,” said Bob. “I’ll bet Tommy won’t challenge any one else in a hurry,” Nelson laughed. “Oh, well, what’s the good of having a boat like that, anyway?” asked Tom disgustedly. “Even if it does go fast there isn’t room to sit down in it comfortably. It’s a fool thing!” Shortly afterwards they were off Point Judith, and in spite of the fact that the weather was calm and the ocean smiling there was a sea there that made the _Vagabond_ cut all sorts of capers. Barry, who had been asleep on the cabin roof since breakfast, now descended to more comfortable quarters. But even in Bob’s lap he didn’t seem wholly happy and after a while he jumped down and disappeared into the cabin. Ten minutes later Nelson, who had been below to look at the engine, came back smiling broadly. “Have we any lemons, Tommy?” he asked. “Yes,” was the reply. “In the cupboard. Want one?” “Not for myself, but Barry needs one.” “Barry!” exclaimed Bob. “What’s the matter with him?” “Well, you might just go down and see for yourself,” chuckled Nelson. “Oh, get out! You can’t make me believe that Barry’s seasick! Who ever heard of a dog being seasick?” “Well, you can’t get up an argument with me,” laughed Nelson. “But just the same, I’m glad it’s not my berth!” Then Bob hurried below.