THE weather plagued us.

The rains were cataracts, the lightning blinding, the thunder loud enough to wake the dead.

Day after day, until this weather grew to seem a veritable Will, a Demon with a grudge against us.
The _Margarita_ sailed no better; she sailed worse.

The Admiral considered abandoning her, taking the Adelantado upon the _Consolacion_ and dividing his crew among the three ships.

But the Adelantado's pride and obstinacy and seamanship were against that.