"Can I not steer through a squall ?" "No, Miss Kit," said I; "it takes a man to send her through when the weather gets up.

Pull the wrap well about you, and make up your mind for a wetting." She sniffed a little at my tone.
"I see you are captain of this ship," said she.
"Ay, ay; and I've a valuable freight aboard," said I.
Whereat she gave it up, and sat with her hair waving in the wind and her sailor's wrap about her shoulders.
It was a nasty, sudden squall, with a shower of hail and half a cap of wind in it.

Luckily it was straight behind us.

Had we been crossing it, it would have caught us badly.

As it was, although it gave us a great toss, and now and then sent a drenching wave over our backs and heads, we were in no real peril.