Better go slow--unless you want to break an ankle or skin your nose." "The storm is coming," said Dave, as he came to a stop.

"Much hurt ?" "Not very,--scratched my hand, that's all.

Phew! listen to the wind!" The sky overhead was black with clouds, but to the north and the south were great patches of light.

The wind was increasing steadily.
"Maybe it will be more wind than rain," said Dave.

"I hope so, too, for I have no fancy for getting drenched to the skin." "I don't like a wind storm--when I am in a big woods like this," answered the shipowner's son.