"A blow? Pshaw," scoffed Noddy, "there isn't a breath of wind. I wish we could get a blow and cool off."
"Well, your wish is likely to come true before very long," said Jack, who was at the tiller.
"How's that?"
"See that cloud bank over yonder, that ragged one?"
"Yes, what's that got to do with it?"
"Well, that's as full of wind as an auto tire," said Jack. "I've been watching it for some time. It'll be a nasty storm when it hits us."
"Hadn't we better run in for shelter somewhere?" asked Billy.
"There's so little wind now that I doubt if we could get inshore before the squall hits us," replied Jack. "I'll try to, though."
He headed for the distant shore, where the outlines of some sort of a wooden structure could be seen.
"If it gets very bad we can take refuge there," he said.