The Scarecrow of Oz, Lyman Frank Baum [top books of all time TXT] 📗

>"I b'lieve, Cap'n," remarked Trot, at last, "thatit's time for us to start."

The old man cast a shrewd glance at the sky, thesea and the motionless boat. Then he shook his head.

"Mebbe it's time, Trot," he answered, "but I don'tjes' like the looks o' things this afternoon."

"What's wrong?" she asked wonderingly.

"Can't say as to that. Things is too quiet to suitme, that's all. No breeze, not a ripple a-top the water,nary a gull a-flyin' anywhere, an' the end o' the hottestday o' the year. I ain't no weather-prophet, Trot, butany sailor would know the signs is ominous."

"There's nothing wrong that I can see," said Trot.

"If there was a cloud in the sky even as big as mythumb, we might worry about it; but -- look, Cap'n! --the sky is as clear as can be."

He looked again and nodded.

"P'r'aps we can make the cave, all right," he agreed,not wishing to disappoint her. "It's only a little wayout, an' we'll be on the watch; so come along, Trot."

Together they descended the win