"I—I think so," he said. "Yes, surely," he added quickly. "We will ride out the storm, never fear. It hasn't gotten here yet, and we may only get the outer edge of it. But you must excuse me now," and he hastened along the deck.
"There!" cried Alice. "What did I tell you?" she asked triumphantly.
"Well, I'll stay here with you a little while," Ruth agreed. "Then I'm going below and——"
"Bundle up all your possessions and sit on a life preserver," broke in Alice with a laugh. "Oh, Ruth, you are—hopeless!"
"Yes, but look at that!" and the older sister pointed to the west. There had been a rapid change. There was more yellow in the clouds now and less blackness, though there was enough of that ominous color too. "Doesn't it scare you, Alice?"
"Not so much, no. Of course I've never been in a bad storm down here, and I don't know what they do to one. But I think we'll weather it, as the sailors say. But I wonder what Mr. Pertell is doing?"
She motioned to the manager who was seen amidships, talking to Russ, the chief camera operator. They were near the big motorboat Ajax, which still rested in the cradle on deck.
Mr. DeVere was also in conversation with the manager and his chief helper.
"Let's go over and see what it is," suggested Alice. "Maybe they are frightened too."
"I wouldn't blame them," murmured Ruth, with a nervous glance over her shoulder at the oncoming storm.