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having struggled a little way into the timber, sank down panting, and choking with sand.
They lay there well over an hour before the force of the storm decreased, and then, having recovered somewhat, began to shout for Jim. Presently they heard an answering call, and the Kanaka came toward them through the trees. As soon as he had lost sight of the others he, too, had sought shelter.
"For goodness' sake, don't say it's going to blow harder soon, Jim," said Tempest.
"Pretty near finished," replied the Kanaka. "Fine again quick."
Like most sudden tropical storms, it died down rapidly, and before long the island was bathed again in radiant moonlight, without a breath of air stirring. Only the thunder of the surf on the outer reef, and curious shallow cavities dug in the silvery sand by the whirling wind, remained to show how terrific had been the force of the storm. In places, whole stretches of beach had been
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