A little farther out, too, the water seemed rougher.

There would seem to be hardly a doubt that a gale was brewing.
"Shut that light off!" Hazelton commanded, fighting to repress a shudder.
"I can do better in the darkness.

Now, go ahead, and I'll follow." Tom started, but he went slowly now, feeling that this pace was more suited to the condition of his chum's nerves.

Harry followed resolutely, though none but himself knew how much effort it took for him to keep on in the face of such a nameless yet terrible dread as now assailed him.
To the rear a bulky, hulking figure rose and stood erect.

With the softest of steps this apparition of the night followed after them, until it stole along, ghost-like, just behind Hazelton.