It's right, too, for I have tested it by three others," he said.
"What does it mean ?" I asked rather anxiously.
"South Sea cyclone of the worst breed," he replied.

"That cursed Dane knew it was coming and that's why he left the ship.

Pray as you never prayed before," and again he stretched out his hand towards the whisky bottle.

But I stepped between him and it, shaking my head.

Thereon he laughed for the third time and left the cabin.