But this pleasant time did not last. There came an evening hen Lucy， gazing idly astern at the long furrow or wake hey were leaving behind them， saw a great rack of clouds uilding itself up in the west with amazing speed. Then a ap was torn in it and a yellow sunset poured through the ap. All the waves behind them seemed to take on unusual hapes and the sea was a drab or yellowish colour like irty canvas. The air grew cold. The ship seemed to move neasily as if she felt danger behind her. The sail would be at and limp one minute and wildly full the next. While she as noting these things and wondering at a sinister change hich had come over the very noise of the wind， Drinian ried， “All hands on deck.” In a moment everyone became antically busy. The hatches wet battened down， the galley re was put out， men went aloft to reef the sail. Before they ad finished， the storm struck them. It seemed to Lucy that great valley in the sea opened just before their bows， and hey rushed down into it， deeper down than she would have elieved possible. A great grey hill of water， far higher than he mast， rushed to meet them； it looked like certain death ut they were tossed to the top of it. Then the ship seemed o spin round. A cataract of water poured over the deck； the oop and forecastle were like two islands with a fierce sea etween them. Up aloft the sailors were lying out along the ard desperately trying to get control of the sail. A broken ope stood out sideways in the wind as straight and stiff as it were a poker.
