“They never last very long; but we must keep on bailing, or we will be swamped.”
After this we were silent for perhaps ten minutes. I could not help but shiver, and I saw that my companion did the same.
“I think it is letting up on the blow,” said Ford presently.
“It is; but it’s raining as hard as ever.”
Five minutes later the shower stopped short, and the clouds began to scatter.
“The squall is over. They are always short, sharp, and nasty. Let us hoist the mainsail, and continue our chase.”
Easier said than done. Under cover of the squall the Catch Me had slid out of sight.
“Then we’ll make for Rock Island. I am satisfied that that is the place for which Mr. Norton was bound. It is more than likely he has been off to get some provisions.”
“Shouldn’t wonder but what you were right, Rube. Shall we make for the south shore?”