CHAPTER 7

Neb has not yet returned—The Reporter’s Reflections—Supper—A threatening Night—The Tempest is frightful—They rush out into the Night—Struggle against the Wind and Rain—Eight Miles from the first Encampment. Gideon Spilett was standing motionless on the shore, his arms crossed, gazing over the sea, the horizon of which was lost towards the east in a thick black cloud which was spreading rapidly towards the zenith. The wind was already strong, and increased with the decline of day. The whole sky was of…