CHAPTER XXVI THE ROCKS

It was a murky dawn and no sun followed in its wake. The air was heavy and oppressive, and low rumblings of thunder echoed in from sea. Skippy shook his head worriedly as they chugged out of sight of the bay to let the Davy Jones pass by.

"I don't feel right this morning, Big Joe," the boy insisted. "Say what you like, but we shouldn't wait-