The stiff southwest wind dropped perceptibly, and by noon, when they went to anchor for dinner, the sun was breaking fitfully through the clouds.
"That 's all right," 'Frisco Kid said prophetically.

"But I ain't been on the bay for nothing.

She 's just gettin' ready to let us have it good an' hard." "I t'ink you 're right, Kid," French Pete agreed; "but ze _Dazzler_ hang on all ze same.

Last-a time she run away, an' fine night come.

Dis time she run not away.