Larry did not appear to hear. He was struggling into a heavy jacket that he took from a box on the floor.
"Better put on your sweaters," he advised quietly. "A blow is coming."
None of the children knew what a "blow" was, but they put on their sweaters and then looked in the direction Larry was staring.
"The ocean looks different over there. Is it the wind?" asked Polly.
Larry nodded. In a few moments they saw white caps scudding beyond them and then a murmur that was the wind rising rapidly.
"Here she comes!" cried Larry, seizing the rudder. "Hold fast!"
With a shriek, the wind pounced upon the boat and sent it scudding. Margy clung to Polly and Fred grasped Artie by the arm—he was actually afraid the lighter boy would be blown overboard. Polly opened her eyes in time to see something dark over her right shoulder. Larry shouted something she could not hear.