"It's a spring snowsquall, that's what it is," announced Dick. "I don't think it will last over ten or fifteen minutes."
"It's too much for the Polly," came from Larry. "Put down the mainsail, will you?"
Several sprang to do as requested, and hardly had the sheet been lowered and stowed away when there came a fierce gust that drove them well in shore.
"There is a cove—we can go in there for shelter!" cried Sam, and the sloop was steered accordingly. The cove was well protected by trees and they came to anchor at a spot that looked particularly inviting.
The boys were afraid it would rain, and wondered what they would do to keep from getting wet, since the cuddy on the sloop was too small to hold more than two or three of the party. But no rain came, and soon the flurry of snow disappeared. The wind, however, instead of letting up, blew harder than ever.
"I am glad we are not out in the middle of the lake," observed Fred. "We'd be capsized sure!"
"This is certainly getting to be a regular gale," answered Dick. "And the worst of it is, there is no telling how long it is going to last."
There was nothing to do but to wait, and in order to keep warm the cadets put up a bit of sailcloth on the deck of the sloop and taking in
