But on the 18th of June a gale began to blow from the southwest, and the sargasso was dispersed again in windrows and lanes.
On this day there was soon wind enough and to spare.

The same might have been said of the sea The _Spray_ was in the midst of the turbulent Gulf Stream itself.

She was jumping like a porpoise over the uneasy waves.

As if to make up for lost time, she seemed to touch only the high places.

Under a sudden shock and strain her rigging began to give out.