In a good boat , with someone who knew how to manage it , they 'd be all right . But with Little Ev -- '' He began walking restlessly up and down the narrow platform . The boat was now some distance out . The breeze had stiffened to a slow strong wind and the dull-grey level of the sea was whipped into white-caps . Agnes bent towards Ethel . `` It 's getting too rough . I think we 'd better go back . I 'm afraid we 're in for a thunder squall . Look at the clouds . '' A long , sullen muttering verified her words . `` Little Ev , '' she shouted , `` we want to go in . '' Little Ev , thus recalled to things about him , looked around in alarm . The girls questioned each other with glances of dismay . The sky had grown very black , and the peals of thunder came louder and more continuously . A jagged bolt of lightning hurtled over the horizon . Over land and sea was `` the green , malignant light of coming storm . '' Little Ev brought the boat 's head abruptly round as a few heavy drops of rain fell . `` Ev , the boat is leaking ! '' shrieked Agnes , above the wind . `` The water 's coming in ! ''
`` Bail her out then , '' shouted XXXXX , struggling with the sail .
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