There's a picture of one in action, and they must be dreadful things.

One of them could tear our ship to pieces in a minute, I should judge.

Wouldn't it be awful--if--if--" "Pshaw! Typhoons are nothing! It's a simoon that you're thinking about, and they happen only on the desert.

In what dictionary did you see that ?" "Webster's, of course." Mr.Ridgeway did not continue along that line, but mentally resolved to look into Webster's on the sly, and, furthermore, to ask the captain of the _Saint Cloud_ to tell him all he knew about typhoons.
"Have him drive to Arnold's, Hugh." She left him in the carriage in front of the store, promising to be gone not more than five minutes.

Ten minutes passed and Hugh resignedly lighted a cigarette, stepping to the sidewalk to smoke.