“Why?” asked Oliver.
“Because there is a storm coming up.”
“A storm?”
“Yes; and a heavy one. Look over there at that black mass of clouds. There will be lively times on board to-day.”
The gentleman spoke the truth. In less than a quarter of an hour the sky was heavily overcast, and a heavy rainstorm burst over their heads. Somewhat fearful, Oliver hurried below.
He had often heard of the fearful storms experienced off Cape Hatteras, and wondered if that which was approaching would do the steamship any serious damage.
CHAPTER XI.
MR. WHYLAND.
“My stars! what’s the matter with the ship?” asked Gus, as Oliver entered the stateroom.