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then, but for the unexpected happening. Within the space of twenty minutes the wind developed a chilly tang, and ominous clouds gathered overhead.
The weather-wise Kanaka constantly glanced upwards, but made no comment until a sudden rain squall hit them.
"We 'll have um sea get up pretty soon," he said then, without any change of expression.
"You 're right, I believe, Jim," Dave agreed. "This is where we rouse the skipper, I guess."
Tempest frowned as he took the tiller again. He did not like the look of things. They had taken a chance in a small open boat, and if a real storm broke they would be entirely at its mercy, for they were many miles from the nearest shelter. Three minutes later the wind dropped to a dead calm and the sails hung limp, while a curious yellow tinge developed in the northern sky.
"Now we 're in for it!" Tempest muttered. "Here Jim, you hang on to this rudder. Dave,
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