They were looking at all this in a dreamy happy way, when Fred suddenly pointed towards the mountains. "Look! look!" he cried, "at those great white clouds rising like giant's heads, looking over the hills."
"Dust like diants," said Toddie.
"Let her come round, Todd. Thank you."
The mainsail was hoisted, and she came round like a swan.
Tippetty was sent below, and Toddie too, and Fred took the tiller himself.
In less than half-an-hour the storm was over them. Fred saw it coming, and knew he couldn't face it, and so got round to scud all in good time.
The wind had gone round points and points, and the wee yacht fairly flew before it, lying over till the gunwale nearly touched the water—aye, and did at times.
"Don't be afraid, Todd," shouted Fred, laughing. "It will soon be over. Cheer up, Frank!"
Honest Fred! he knew the danger they were in, but kept the secret to himself.
Well, the Water Baby proved a grand little sailer. Fred really felt proud of her as she rose so nimbly to each green sea, and dashed the spray from her bows.