Prito was already turning back before the gloomy wall of rain hid him from sight. Slowly, he brought the motorboat around.
The moaning of the wind rose in volume. Waves slapped at the sides of the boat. White spray rose above the bows. The sky was black. The speeding craft fled before the oncoming storm.
But the wall of rain swept down upon them with a whistle and a howl. The streaming sheets of water poured from the dark sky, whirled onward by the raging wind. The boat rocked in the tossing waves.
Frank crouched at the helm, his jaw set, his face stern. The girls huddled in the stern, seeking protection from the sudden downpour.
Joe found a sheet of tarpaulin in a locker, and gave it to the two girls, who draped it over their heads, and it afforded them some shelter. The boat was swaying madly as it ran on through the huge waves that surged on every side.
Frank could scarcely see Bayport ahead through the blinding rain and gloom.
"Where is the other boat?" shouted Joe, above the clamor of the storm.
Frank looked back.
Tony Prito's boat had disappeared. Frank wondered how the other boys were faring. He had every confidence that Tony would make
