't," Farrar returned, as he hauled out a reef
earing.

Here a few drops of rain on the deck warned the ladies to retire to the
cabin.

"Take the helm until I get my mackintosh, will you, Farrar?" said the
Celebrity, "and be careful what you do."

Farrar took the helm and hauled in the sheet, while the Celebrity, Mr.
Cooke, and the guests donned their rain-clothes. The water ahead was
now like blue velvet, and the rain pelting. The Maria was heeling to the
squall by the time the Celebrity appeared at the cabin door, enveloped
in an ample waterproof, a rubber cover on his yachting cap. A fool
despises a danger he has never experienced, and our author, with a
remark about a spanking breeze, made a motion to take the wheel. But
Farrar, the flannel of his shirt clinging to the muscular outline of
his shoulders, gave him a push which sent him sprawling against the lee
refrigerator. Well Miss Thorn was not there to see.

"You will have to answer for this," he cried, as he scrambled to his
feet and clutched the weather wash-board with one hand, while he shook
the other in Farrar's face.

"Crocker," said Farrar to me, coolly, "keep that idiot out of the way
for a while, or we'll all be drowned. Tie him up, if necessary."

I was relieved from this somewhat unpleasant task. Mr. Cooke, with his
back to the rain, sat an amused witness to the mutiny, as blissfully
ignorant as the Celebrity of the character of a lake squall.

"I appeal to you, as the owner of this yacht, Mr. Cooke," the Celebrity
shouted, "whether, as the person delegated by you to take charge of it,
I am to suffer indignity and insult. I have sailed larger yachts than
this time and again on the coast, at--" here he swallowed a portion of a
wave and was mercifully prevented from being specific.

But Mr. Cooke was looking a trifle bewildered. It was hardly possible
for him to cling to the refrigerator, much less quell a mutiny. One who
has sailed the lakes well knows how rapidly they can be lashed to fury
by a storm, and the wind was now spinning the tops of the waves into a
blinding spray. Although the Maria proved a stiff boat and a seaworthy,
she was not altogether without motion; and the set expression on
Farrar's face would have told me, had I not known it, that our situation
at that moment was no joke. Repeatedly, as she was held up to it, a
precocious roller would sweep from bow to stern, until we without coats
were wet and shivering.

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