his seat near the bow, and seemed to be interested only in the waves before him. A brisk wind was blowing, and the waters betrayed the tokens of a coming storm.
The boat was pitching more and more as it sped on, and Tom watched the rolling waves, many of them capped with white and rising steadily higher and higher. The darker hues gave place to a lighter green as they rose, and the increasing roughness seemed to reflect somewhat the feelings in his own heart.
Far away in the distance stretched the long sandy beach of the Hook, becoming more and more distinct as the boat drew nearer. The gulls were flying low, and the weird cries of the sea-birds were heard on every side.
Suddenly Tom stood upright, and, after gazing intently for a moment at some object on the shore, turned to his companions and said,--
"Some one's up in the tree, and the signal's out, too."
The men instantly ceased from their conversation, and peered intently at the tree in the distance.