Russian warship. I'd clap him below decks, out of sight until the warship went on her way again."
"That's easily said; but I can't make him a prisoner unless I can prove something against him."
"You can lock him up if he is sulky and won't obey orders."
"Yes, that is true. Still Phew!"
The captain broke off short, for a vivid streak of lightning flared all over the upper masts of the ship. The thunder-clap was as sharp as it was deafening, and for the moment all on board thought the Columbia had surely been struck. Then came a downpour which made even the boldest of the sailors seek shelter.
"That was closer than I like," was Larry's comment, after it was ascertained that the ship was unharmed.
"'Most knocked me overboard," came from Luke Striker. "Gosh! reckon my hair's singed," and he put up his hand and ran his fingers through his grayish locks. "Don't want another like thet nohow!"
A few minutes later came another flash of lightning, but this was to the eastward, showing that the center of the storm had passed them. The wind was apparently going down, but the sea was as angry as ever and would be for hours to come.
