A few faint rays of light filtered through the cabin windows and the dim light from the anchor lantern that hung at the stern of the boat was their only illumination.
Harriet got up and walked to the bow of the boat, now pointed outward.
She sniffed the air.
"Well, what is it, Captain ?" inquired Jane.
"Wind," answered Harriet.

"The wind is freshening, and it's blowing straight into the little cove here.

The 'Red Rover' will be straining at its leashes like an angry dog before morning, unless the wind veers, which I hardly think will be the case." "Hooray for Captain Burrell!" cried Crazy Jane.
The sky was overcast and the wind, as Harriet had said, was freshening rapidly.

She went to the lower deck to test the anchor rope.

The anchor was holding firmly.