An hour later the sky was overcast. The southeast trade still held, but the ocean was a checker board of squalls.
"We'll be there by one o'clock," Captain Davenport announced confidently. "By two o'clock at the outside. McCoy, you put her ashore on the one where the people are."
The sun did not appear again, nor, at one o'clock, was any land to be seen. Captain Davenport looked astern at the Pyrenees' canting wake.
"Good Lord!" he cried. "An easterly current? Look at that!"
Mr. Konig was incredulous. McCoy was noncommittal, though he said that in the Paumotus there was no reason why it should not be an easterly current. A few minutes later a squall robbed the Pyrenees temporarily of all her wind, and she was left rolling heavily in the trough.
"Where's that deep lead? Over with it, you there!" Captain Davenport held the lead line and watched it sag off to the
