When Harry went on deck, in the morning, he found that the wind had dropped altogether.
"There is an end of the monsoon," Fairclough said.

"I am just going to shorten sail.

There is no saying which way the wind will come.
The glass is falling fast but, of course, that is only to be expected.

I think, if you are wise, after breakfast you will take off that drill suit, and get into something better calculated to stand rough weather; for that we are sure to have, and any amount of rain.

That is always the case, at the changes of the monsoon.
"You see, it is a sort of battle between the two winds; the southwesterly will gain, in the end, but the other will die hard; and it is this struggle that causes the circular storms which, when they are serious, are called hurricanes, though at ordinary times they are simply called the break up of the monsoon, which generally causes bad weather all over the Indian Ocean." Towards evening, low banks of cloud were seen to the south, and the sky looked dim and misty in the opposite direction.
"They are mustering their forces, you see, Lindsay; and the glass has fallen so far that I fancy the fight will be a hot one.