The fish bit freely and were rapidly hauled on board.

Even Frank was so absorbed in the pursuit that he paid no attention to the changing aspect of the sky, the increasing roughness of the sea, or the rapidly rising wind.
Suddenly a heavy drop or two of rain fell in the boat.

All looked up.
"We are in for a squall," Frank exclaimed, "and no mistake.

I told you you would get a ducking, Ruthven." He had scarcely spoken when the squall was upon them.

A deluge of rain swept down, driven by a strong squall of wind.
"Sit in the bottom of the boat," Frank said; "this is a snorter." Not a word was said for ten minutes, long before which all were drenched to the skin.