"That's certainly one on us boys," cried Jim. "We can't tell a volcano when we see it. We ought to have stayed on the old farm and dug potatoes."
After the ship had turned northward from the coast of Hawaii the boys set to work about their usual tasks aboard ship. Jim took the wheel; Juarez went below to work with the engineer, with whom he was quite chummy; Jeems and Jo scrubbed decks, while Tom was busy in the galley preparing the dinner. All the boys were pretty fair cooks, but Tom's cooking probably had more style to it, though he was not quite a French chef.
The old captain had turned into his cabin on the quarter deck to take a good nap in his bunk, while the cat, whom he named Ulysses, both on account of his wisdom and because he had been a great traveler, was curled up in the chair beside him. So the day went quickly and cheerfully by,--the first day at sea.
In the late afternoon all hands were on deck to take their last look at Hawaii, that was fast becomin