"Wouldn't wonder," Jack agreed, just as Captain Ole came around a corner of the wheel house.
"Is it going to blow, Captain?" Bob asked.
"Yep, it's going to blow all right and mighty soon too. Had your breakfast?"
"Not yet."
"Then get it as soon as you can. This boat'll be standing on her tail before long, and no knowing how long it'll be before you get another square meal."
"He looks a bit worried," Jack said, as they hurried toward the mess cabin.
On the side of the room close to where they sat was a barometer and Bob glanced at it as they took their places at the table.
"29.75," he read the figures aloud.
"That's pretty low, isn't it?" Jack asked.
"Rather."