"Cap says we're going to have trouble," Yeager informed me. "When you
get this sultry smell in the air and that queer look in the sky there is
going to be something doing. She's going to begin to buck for fair."

I noticed that Blythe was taking in sail and that the wind was rising.

"Knock the irons off the Flemings and send Gallagher down into the
engine room to stoke for them. We'll need more hands. This thing is
going to hit us like a wall of wind soon," he told me.

When I returned from the forecastle the sea had risen. As I was standing
on the bridge a voice called my name. I looked down to see Evelyn on the
promenade deck in a long, close-fitting waterproof coat, her hair flying
a little wildly in the breeze. In the face upturned to mine was a very
vivid interest.

"We're in for it. There's going to be a real squall," she cried
delightedly.

I stepped down and tucked her arm under mine, for the deck was already
tipping in the heavy run of seas.

Most of our canvas was in, and the booming wind was humming through the
rest with growing power. The _Argos_ put her nose into the whitecaps and
ran like a racer, for the engines were shaking the yacht as she plowed
forward.

The young woman turned to me an eager, mobile face into which the wind
had whipped a rich color.

"What would you take to be somewhere else? Back in your stuffy old law
office, say?"

The lurch of the staggering yacht threw her forward so that the lithe,
supple body leaned against me and the breath of the dimpling lips was in
my nostrils.

Just an instant she lay there, with that smile of warm eyes and
rose-leaf mouth to tantalize me, before she recovered and drew back.

"Not for a thousand dollars a minute," I answered, a trumpet peal of
indomitable happiness ringing in my heart.

From the wheelhouse Blythe shouted a warning to be careful. His voice
scarcely reached us through the singing of the wind. I nodded and took
hold of the little hand that lay close to mine.

"You must be a rich man to value the pleasure of the hour so highly,"
she answered lightly, with a look quick and questioning at me.

The squall that had flung itself across the waters hit us in earnest
now. We went down into the yawning troughs before us with drunken
plunges and climbed the glassy hills beyond to be ready for another
dive.

"The richest man alive if last night was not a dream."

Our fingers interlaced, palms kissing each other.

"Does it seem