Somebody passed the spot where the four boys stood. It was too dark to make out who it was but the young sailors could hear him moaning and groaning to himself. “Dat Finn,” he groaned. “Oh, Lawdy, dat Finn. Ah knowed it all de time. We sho’ is goners now.”
“There goes Sam,” whispered Fred.
“Let him go,” said Grant shortly.
“Here comes the rain,” exclaimed John suddenly.
A few huge drops fell upon the deck and at the same time the darkness seemed to grow even deeper than before.
“There’s thunder too,” said George. A few low rumbles were heard, while off to the southwest appeared some random flashes of lightning.
“Where’s the storm?” demanded Fred. “So far nothing has happened. This stillness and darkness are getting on my nerves.”
“Wait,” counseled Grant, and scarcely had he spoken when there was a blinding flash of light. Almost at the same instant came a deafening peal of thunder. The sky directly overhead seemed to open up and down came the water in torrents.
Unconsciously the four boys drew closer together, so startled were they by this unexpected happening. It seemed as if the brig must have been struck but evidently it had escaped, for a second later there was another flash and report and the bare masts could be seen outlined against the inky sky.
Flash followed flash in quick succession. The whole ocean was lighted up by the constant blaze of light. Peal after peal rattled overhead with a noise so violent that it seemed as if the whole earth must be shaken. After a few moments the deluge of rain abated but the thunder and the lightning continued incessantly. So far there had not been a breath of air stirring; the Josephine lay motionless on the surface of the ocean and seemed to the people on board of her an excellent and easy target for the fury of the elements.