"There's nothing to be done but to sit here till the shower's over," said Charley. "It can't last very long, and it won't do us any harm. You're sure the covers of those cushions are water-proof, Harry?"
"Oh, they're all right. They'll be dry enough if we just rub them off with a towel."
"It's all my fault," said Tom; "but who would ever have thought that the whole concern would blow away that way?"
"Never mind, Tom," said Charley. "It will teach us to use stronger cords to lash the canvas down with next time. There! the sun's coming out again, and the rain is about over. Let's try and get the inside of the boat dry, and the canvas rigged up again, before dark."
The cabin was a little damp, it must be confessed, but the beds and blankets were dry. This time the canvas was lashed down so stoutly that it would have stood a gale of wind, and under it the crew of the Ghost slept without hearing the singing of a single mosquito, and without suffering any unpleasant effects from the dampness.
THE MAN IN THE ROW-BOAT.
The boys had finished their breakfast the next morning, and were preparing to resume their voyage, when they were hailed by a man in a row-boat.
"Where be you from?" asked the new-comer.