"Oh, I've seen it blow worse and rain harder," answered the boy who was attending to the motor. "I guess we can keep on."
It was raining very hard now, and the big drops, mixed with the salty spray blown up from the water of the bay, were being driven against the glass windows of the cabin.
"It's a good thing we brought the big boat," said Bunker Blue, as he put some oil on the motor.
"Yes," said Mr. Brown. "I'm glad we didn't try to come in the small one. We surely would have had to turn back."
Bunny Brown did not say anything for quite a while. He stood looking out of the cabin windows.
"What are you thinking of, Bunny?" asked his father, as he steered the Spray to one side to get out of the way of a fishing boat and was coming in, to get away from the storm.
"Oh, I was thinking of Toby," answered the little boy. "I hope he isn't out in the rain."
"Well, it won't hurt him very much," returned Mr. Brown. "The rain is warm, and Toby has a good thick coat of hair. All ponies have. But I guess the gypsies have some sort of barn for their horses—the ones they own and the ones they take from other people."
"I don't believe they have a barn," said Bunker. "They travel around so much they don't have time to build barns. All I ever saw 'em have was some wagons that looked as if they had come from a circus and a few tents."
"Oh, well, maybe if they have Toby they'd let him stay in one of the tents," said Mr. Brown, for he did not want Bunny to feel bad about Toby being out in the storm.