"I cannot tell, madam. It is rather a hurricane than a squall. But we must do the best we can." As he spoke there came a fresh access of wind with a glare of intolerable light. The mast bent like a reed, snapped off clear to the foot and fell inward, the loosened beam striking Regulus upon the head, and bearing him down with it. The boat careened violently, and half filled with water. Darkeih screamed, and Patricia sprang to her feet, but sat down again at Landless' stern command, "Sit still! She will right in a moment." He lifted and flung overboard the mass of splintered wood and flapping cloth, then fell to bailing with all his might, for the danger of swamping was imminent. Presently Patricia touched him upon the arm. "I will bail if you will see to Regulus," she said, in a low, strained voice. "I think he is dead." Landless resigned the pail into her hands and lifted the negro's head and shoulders from the water in which he was lying, pillowing them upon the stern seat. He was unconscious, and bleeding from a cut on the forehead. "He is not dead nor like to die," Landless said. "He will revive before long." The girl gave a long, quivering sigh of relief. Landless finished the bailing and sat down at her feet. Some time later she asked faintly: "Do you not think the worst is over now?" "I am afraid not," he answered gently. "There is a lull now, but I am afraid the storm is but gathering its forces. But we will hope for the best--" Another flash and crash cut him short. It was followed by rain that fell, not in drops, but in sheets. The wind, which had been blowing a heavy gale, rose suddenly into a tornado. With it rose the sea. The masses of water, hissing and smoking under the furious pelting of the rain, flung themselves upon the hapless Bluebird, laboring heavily in the trough of the waves, or staggering over their summits. A constant glare lit the heaving, tossing world of waters, and the air became one roar of wind, rain, and thunder. Darkeih crouched moaning at her mistress' feet. Regulus lay unconscious, breathing heavily. Suddenly, with a quick intake of his breath, Landless seized Patricia, pulled her down into the bottom of the boat, and held her there. "I see," she said in a low, awed voice. "It is Death!" Through the glare a long green wall bore down upon them. The Bluebird leaped to meet it. It lifted her up, up to meet the lightning, then hurled her into black depths, and passed on, leaving her staggering in the trough, water-logged and helpless. CHAPTER XVI THE FACE IN THE DARK Patricia lifted her white face from her hands. "We rode that dreadful wave?" she cried incredulously. "By God's mercy, yes," said Landless gravely. "Is there any hope for us?" Landless hesitated. "Tell me the truth," she said imperiously. "We are in desperate case, madam. The boat is half filled with water. Another such sea will sink us." "Why do you not bail the boat?" "The bucket is gone; the tiller also."