CHAPTER XX
THE STORM
“Jack Kimball, I knew we stayed too late! Now look over there!” and Cora pointed to the west, where a bank of dark and angry-looking vapor piled up in contrast to the lighter-hued clouds that had caused apprehension earlier in the day.
“That’s right–blame it all on me–even if it rains!” protested Jack. “You wanted to stay as much as we did, Sis.”
“Well, perhaps I did,” admitted Cora. “But really we should not have stayed so long. I am afraid we will be caught in the storm.”
“Do you really think so, Cora?” asked Belle, and she could not keep a quaver out of her voice.
“If I’m any judge we’re in for a regular old—”
“You’re it, old man!” and Walter interrupted Ed, who was evidently on the verge of making a dire prophecy concerning the weather. “Don’t scare ’em any more than you have to,” went on Walter in a low voice, nodding at the girls in the Pet. “We may have our hands full as it is.”
“Look at those clouds!”
It was enough. Indeed all were now anxiously scanning the heavens that seemed to grow blacker momentarily. The little party, after having had lunch on the beach of the smaller cove, around the lighthouse point, were now on their way back in the two motor boats, and Cora, with a look aloft, had made the observation to Jack that opened this chapter.