"I guess it's a hurricane," was Tom's comment.
"Looks more like a cyclone to me," spluttered Sam. "I'd give a good deal to be out of it."
To keep from being swamped they had to run out to sea. This was no pleasant prospect to the boys, but it could not be helped.
"We needn't tell the girls," said Dick. "It will only worry them more, without doing any good."
Two hours went by, and the storm kept on as madly as ever. Night was now coming on, and soon it was impossible to see a hundred feet in any direction. The yacht's lanterns were lit, and one was hoisted on a stick which Dick nailed to the stump of the mast.
"We've got to have some sort o' light," said Captain Jerry. "If not, we may run afoul o' some other craft."
The time went by slowly, each hour seeming an age. Nobody felt like eating, and nothing was said about supper until nearly nine o'clock, when Dora opened the cabin door and called Dick:
"We thought we would get to shore before eating," she said. "How much longer will we be out, do you think?"
