"Barney had the right kind of stuff in him."
This depressing bit of news took all the merriment and life out of the
little party. And, as the steamer wallowed on through the increasing
fog, the world seemed suddenly to have become wrapped in gloom.
"Wish we'd stayed in New Haven!" grunted Browning. "I'll have to smoke
faster to keep warm, or go below."
"And I wish we were in New York," said Bink. "There is something there
to warm up the blood."
Danny looked at him.
"Drinks? Likely the captain has a private bottle tucked away somewhere
that he will give you a nip out of."
"Life, I mean. Pulsing streets, swarms of people, theaters,
hand-organs----"
"Oh, yes, a monkey is usually lost away from a hand-organ!"
"I suppose that is why you always seem so lonesome! When Merry is sad,
we all are--grumpy! New York would help to lift us out of the dumps."
CHAPTER XXII.
ADRIFT IN THE ATLANTIC.
"So thick you might cut it with a knife!"
Captain Darien, who had walked forward and joined the group of
Merriwell's friends, looked off into the wall of gloom as he said this.
The _Merry Seas_ was mournfully blowing her whistle, and others were
continually heard. The steamer was nearing New York harbor.
"Will you try to run in, captain?" Frank asked.
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