“The more reason she will be, then,” Captain Warfield answered back. “I wouldn't trust her.”
“Who's croaking now?” Grief reproved.
“I'd hate to lose that new engine before it paid for itself,” Captain Warfield replied gloomily.
Parlay skipped with astonishing nimbleness across the crowded room to the barometer on the wall.
“Take a look, my brave sailormen!” he cried exultantly.
The man nearest read the glass. The sobering effect showed plainly on his face.
“It's dropped ten,” was all he said, yet every face went anxious, and there was a look as if every man desired immediately to start for the door.
“Listen!” Parlay commanded.
In the silence the outer surf seemed to have become unusually loud. There was a great rumbling roar.
“A big sea is beginning to set,” some one said; and there was a movement to the windows, where all gathered.