Dave sat down in a chair screwed to the floor, and did his best to keep his seat.
At one moment he felt like pitching forward, at the next he seemed about to turn a back somersault.
The electric light burned dimly, for the electricity in the air had affected the circuit.
"We can be thankful when we are out of this," observed Mr. Fearless, as he, too, clung to a chair. "I never dreamed it could blow so hard and keep it up. In our eastern storms there is generally a lull every few minutes."
"I wonder if the Raven is in this, father?"
"There is no telling. This storm-center may be but a few miles in diameter."
"I am almost tempted to wish the Raven at the bottom of the ocean."
"That wouldn't be right, Dave."
"I know. But supposing they get ahead of us and the Hankers scoop in the Washington fortune?"
"Then we will have to pocket our loss and make the best of it."