For all knew that the first storm would relegate the Dolphin to oblivion.
The wind certainly was shifting into the northeast, and it looked as if Captain Uriah’s prediction would come true.
All retired early that night.
It was almost a sleepless night for most of the party. But toward morning a distant booming sound was heard.
Rain pattered upon the canvas which hung over the entrance to the cavity.
The storm had come.
The wind quickly freshened into a gale. It was barely daylight, but all arose and went out on shore.
The waves were growing mountain-like every moment.
And there they broke over the wreck of the Dolphin with thundering force.
They crashed down upon the steel decks, and raged and seethed and hissed furiously about their prey.