CHAPTER X

At the Mercy of the Storm At the first onslaught of the gale the _Red Monarch_ had careened so violently that Don and his uncle were thrown to the floor of the cabin. Reaching out desperately to catch hold of something stable, their hands encountered a stanchion, which they clutched. They held to this with the grip of drowning men, while they were slatted and tossed hither and thither, being knocked against other objects in the cabin until their bodies were covered with bruises. Don’s head was whirling with the diz…