The mackerel bit well , but Benjamin kept a close watch on the sky . Suddenly he saw a dark streak advancing over the water from the northwest . He wheeled around . `` Boys , the squall 's coming ! Up with the anchor -- quick ! '' `` Dere 's plenty tam , '' grumbled Mosey Louis , who hated to leave the fish . `` None of de oder boats is goin ' in yit . '' The squall struck the boat as he spoke . She lurched and staggered . The water was tossing choppily . There was a sudden commotion all through the fleet and sails went rapidly up . Mosey Louis turned pale and scrambled about without delay . Benjamin was halfway to the shore before the sail went up in the Murray boat . `` Don ' know what dey 're tinkin ' of , '' growled Mosey Louis . `` Dey 'll be drown fust ting ! '' Benjamin looked back anxiously . Every boat was making for the shore . The gale was steadily increasing . He had his doubts about making a landing himself , and Braithwaite would be twenty minutes later . `` But it is n't my lookout , '' he muttered .
Benjamin had landed and was hauling up his boat when Mr. XXXXX came running down the road .
Benjamin Braithwaite Louis Murray doubts fish gale tam ting yit