The intervals between the moon's appearances became shorter and shorter.
CHAPTER III
The Moon "Falls"
There came, finally, the thing I had been dreading, and if we had been even a few feet nearer the sea level, we should have perished. The moon filled the sky above us and we felt moisture falling on us.
"Rain!" exclaimed Jim. "No, it can't be. It's salt!"
"Tidal wave," I said, "and it's reached almost to the tops of the mountains. We'll get more of it the next time the moon comes around."
A few hours later there was a new sound added to the roaring and screeching of the wind. We looked at each other.
"It's come," I said. "Let's get inside the cabin. We'll be as safe there as anywhere."
We had barely scrambled in and closed the door when simultaneously with the first golden line of the moon over our eastern horizon there appeared a white wall of turbulent water. It seemed higher because we were looking up at it, but I believe now it was not more than six feet. It poured down toward us while we wondered what it would do to us. As it happened, it did nothing of consequence. It swept around the lower part of the plane and came up over the cabin floor. Then it swept on, following the rapidly moving moon toward the west.