Driving clouds suddenly shut out the moon, and the yellow waters of the giant stream, lashed by the wind, began to heave and surge in waves like those of the sea.

The treasure ship, "The Galleon," pitched and rocked like a real galleon in the long swells of the Pacific, but the five knew that she was perfectly safe.

The broad, square Spanish boat could not be swamped.
"Thank God, we've taken in that sail," said Henry.

"We're going to have a night of it! Do you think we'd better pull for the shore ?" "Not now," replied Shif'less Sol, "the wind's risin' too fast, an' we'd hit a tree or a snag, shore.

Better keep ez nearly in the middle o' the river ez we kin!" The soundness of Sol's judgment became apparent at once.