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Instinctively he began to look about the cabin for a barolass had warned him by its doard

tendency He wondered whether further reading would indicate so

Across the cabin he noted so froated It was a ift of a yeast coht of the mark which was lettered "Tornado"

"You can't tell nothing froe had couest "It has registered

'Tornado' ever since the glass got cracked And even at that, it's about

as reliable as any of the rest of theular barometer--an aneroid?" inquired Captain Mayo

"I can s with one of

them contrivances," declared the an to pull dirty oilskins out of a locker

Mayo hurried up the coht and one, but the night was black, without glialloped alongside flaked the darkness with

oe, your nose ought to tell you

that this proht be called nasty by lubbers on a gingerbread yacht, but

I have sailed the seas in my day and season, and I don't run for an

inshore puddle every ti