Archie started up in a rage.
“’Ear the wind!” said Bagg, with a little shiver.
It had begun to blow in earnest. The wind, falling over the cliff, played mournfully in the rigging. A gust of rain lashed the skylight. Swells from the open rocked the schooner.
“Blowin’ up,” said Billy Topsail.
“How long have you knowed Sir Archibald?” the skipper asked.
Archie laughed.
“Off an’ on for about sixteen years, I ’low?” said the skipper.
Archie nodded shortly.
“’Ark t’ the wind!” Bagg whispered.
“’Twill be all in a tumble off the cape,” said Jimmie Grimm.