Young John Paul had no comment to make on this extraordinary tale except the comment of two wondering eyes and a rather doubtful expression of countenance. But on the next day the truth of, at least, part of the seaman’s tale was very certainly confirmed, for as they neared the islands it became apparent that a dreadful storm was overhanging the gallant little bark. The sky became black and the raging of the ocean was quite terrible to behold. Great watery mountains came rolling in from afar and burst madly into fearful cavernous valleys, into which the little vessel plunged as if she were disappearing forever into the unknown depths of the ocean. In the midst of the terrific gale and tremendous breakers, weird uncanny noises could he faintly heard over the lonely sea. The boy fancied that amid these sounds he could hear a hollow voice which seemed to come from far away, and once or twice he thought he saw a fleshless face with dreadful eyes staring at the
