“Nobody can dive more than three time,” declared the other. “Him bad if dive too many time. Makee much sick.”
“I should think so,” said Jack. “I wouldn’t have thought it possible for any one to stay down so long. It’s wonderful.”
The next two dives yielded three more pearls from a dozen or more oysters. None of them were of any great value but the two divers insisted on presenting them to the boys.
“Me try get you very good pearl some udder day,” promised Anai, and his companion nodded to show that he meant to help in the enterprise.
“Hullo, what’s that?” asked Jack suddenly, after they had chatted and rested for some time and began to think about returning. There was a booming sound in the air and the waters of the cave began to become agitated, rocking the canoe dangerously.
Overhead, through the dome, they could see that the sky had darkened.
“Me think storm come. Better get out of here,” said Anai, looking troubled. “Him bad time of year for storms.”
“Goodness, I should say so,” declared Jack. “We’ve been in two bad ones already.”
“That’s how we got blown here,” added Billy.
“We thinkee that good storm blow you here, white boys,” said Anai.