"There is no breeze to take us anywhere." "Well, what will happen to us, then?
Shall we stay here forever ?" "There ought to be a breeze in two or three days," said Kenneth Harper, who could not resist the temptation to chaff this ill-tempered young person.

"Say by Tuesday or Wednesday, I should think a capful of wind might puff up in some direction." "It is coming now," said Frank Elliott suddenly; "I certainly feel a draught." "Put something around you, my boy," said his mother, "I don't want you to take cold." "Let me get you a wrap," said Frank, smiling back at his mother, who was fanning herself with a folded newspaper.
"The wind is coming," said Guy Morris, and his serious face was a sharp contrast to the merry ones about him, "and it's no joke this time.

Within ten minutes there'll be a stiff breeze, and within twenty a howling gale, or I'm no sailor." As he spoke he was busily preparing to reef the mainsail, and he consulted hurriedly with the sailors.
At first no one could believe Guy's prophecies would come true, but in a few moments the cool breeze was distinctly felt, the sun went under a cloud, and the boat began to move.

It was a sudden squall, and the clouds thickened and massed themselves into great hills of blackness; the water turned dark and began to rise in little threatening billows, the wind grew stronger and stronger, and then without warning the rain came.
Thunder and lightning added to the excitement of the occasion, and in less than fifteen minutes the smooth sunny glare of water was at the mercy of a fearful storm.
The occupants of the boat seemed to know exactly how to behave in these circumstances.

Mrs.Elliott and the girls of the party went down into the little cabin, which held them all, but which was very crowded.
Guy Morris took command, and the other boys, and men, too, for that matter, did exactly as he told them.
Ethelyn began to cry.