The sun rose; and this awakened him from his reverie, which had replaced sleep; he looked around, and then became sensible of the warnings in the air.
The sea-birds flew about vaguely and absurdly, and seemed sporting in currents of wind; yet there was but little wind down below.

Presently clouds came flying over the sky, and blacker masses gathered on the horizon.

The sea changed color.
Hazel knew the weather was breaking.

The wet season was at hand--the moment when fever, if such an invisible inhabitant there was on that island, would visit them.

In a few hours the rain would be upon them, and he reproached himself with want of care in the construction of the hut.
For some hours he hovered around it, before he ventured to approach the door and call to Helen.