CHAPTER X
STORM SIGNALS
The wind, rising, blew Miss Matthews' green veil into a long thin wisp which flapped toward the northwest.
The captain, noticing it, glanced over his shoulder.
"We'll have a storm before we know it," he said. "It's dark enough over there in the south——"
Above the horizon rose the clouds, black with wind; the waves began to murmur and run in, in long lines of white.
"There'll be no getting back now," said the captain.
Justin's eyes searched the land for shelter. Beyond the rocky wall was a hillside of hemlock, which formed part of the estate of a magnate from the West. Beyond the trees was a great house, shut up now, and in the hands of a caretaker. Nothing else seemed to offer refuge from the storm.
"What do you think, captain?" he asked. "Had we better try to make the house?"