It's blowing pretty fresh.

We'll have a tough time tacking home against such a breeze as this.

Maybe it'll change before night." "Capt'in Dab," calmly remarked Dick, "we's on'y a mile to run." "Well, what of it ?" "Is you goin' fo' de inlet ?" "Of course.

What else can we do?
That's what we started for." "Looks kind o' dirty, dat's all." So far as Ford could see, both the sky and the water looked clean enough; but Dick was entirely right about the weather.

In fact, if Captain Dabney Kinzer had been a more experienced and prudent seaman, he would have kept "The Swallow" inside the bar that day, at any risk of Ford Foster's good opinion.