South West Head was abeam then and Steve half-heartedly offered to run to shelter.

But the others pooh-poohed the suggestion.
"If we duck every time there's a cloud," said Joe, "we'll never get back to Camden.

There isn't any wind and the barometer says fair." The barometer was rather a joke aboard the _Adventurer_.

It hung just inside the forward companion way and was undoubtedly a most excellent instrument.

But not a soul aboard could read it properly.