"If this squall does not abate we are going to have a bad time of it." A quarter of an hour after it commenced the heavy downpour of rain ceased, or rather changed into a driving sleet.

It was still extremely dark, a thick lead colored cloud overspread the sky.

Already the white horses showed how fast the sea was rising, and the wind showed no signs of falling with the cessation of the rain storm.

The boat was laboring at her head rope and dipping her nose heavily into the waves.
"Look here, you fellows," Frank shouted, "we must take to the oars.

If the rope were a long one we might ride here, but you know it little more than reached the ground when we threw it out.