hould have hymns instead
of songs. I'd like to have 'Oh, Day of Wrath, that Dreadful Day.'
That's far more appropriate."

"Ugh!" the captain grunted. "That hymn 'ud give anyone the blues.
What's the use of dyin' before yer time? But if ye want to sing hymns,
let's start off with 'Here I'll Raise my Ebenezer.' It's a dandy, an'
about the only one I know. But fer pity sakes, cut out the 'Day of
Wrath.' I know too much about that already. Sometimes we have the
night of wrath as well as the day at our house, eh, Martha?"

Everybody in the room smiled except Mrs. Tobin. She was deeply
offended, and her wrath was about to descend when a distant roll of
thunder startled her. The captain chuckled as he saw its effect upon
his wife. He knew how a thunder storm always frightened her. In fact,
it was about the only thing of which she was afraid.

"Guess the Day of Wrath's comin', Martha, sooner than ye expected," he
chuckled. "Thar it is agin, an' nearer this time."

Mrs. Hampton rose and closed the window. Just at that instant a vivid
flash of lightning almost blinded her, followed immediately by a
terrific crash which shook the house. Mrs. Tobin screamed and leaped
from her chair.

"Oh, oh!" she moaned. "Isn't it awful! We'll all be killed!"

"Ah, keep still, Martha," the captain chided. "We're all right. It's
mighty lucky we have sich a comfortable place as this. Now, if we were
out on the river----"

He suddenly ceased, while an expression of consternation swept across
his face. A peculiar gurgle escaped his lips as he seized his hat and
sprang to his feet.

"The 'Eb an' Flo'!" he gasped. "I fergot all about her, an' the sail's
up! That boy'll be asleep, an' won't hear the storm. Oh, Lord!"

The next minute he was out of the house, and hurrying as fast as he
could toward the shore. He had gone but a short way when the rain
struck him, and soon he was drenched to the skin. He could only direct
his course by the flashes of lightning, and after each illumination the
darkness was more intense than ever. As he neared the shore, he
stopped and peered anxiously forward, and by the next vivid streak
which followed a terrific crash, he caught one fleeting glimpse of the
"Eb and Flo." She was still there, and her sail was down. He breathed
a sigh of relief, and again started forward toward the small boat
pulled upon the shore. He had taken but a few steps, however, when his
foot caught and twisted