Kimball with me. I want them
to see the place."
"And leave us here alone?" asked Bess.
"Certainly, why not? You are in good hands at the hotel, especially
as the boys are with you. And Inez is as good as a guide and
European courier made into one."
The weather, which had been fine on the evening when Mr. Robinson and
the two ladies went aboard the steamer, underwent a sudden change
before morning, and when Cora and her chums awoke in the hotel, and
looked out, they found raging a storm that, in its fury, was little
short of a hurricane.
"Oh, Jack!" his sister exclaimed, as she listened to the roar of the
wind and the sharp swish of the rain, "I'm so afraid!"
"What about? This hotel is a good one."
"I know. But mamma on that ship--they're out at sea now, and--"
She did not finish.
"That's so," spoke Jack, and a troubled look came over his face.
CHAPTER XIII
THE HURRICANE
How the wind howled, and how the rain beat down! Outside the window
of Cora's room, the gutters were flush, and running over with
seething water. In the street below there was a river, along which
bedraggled pedestrians forded their way, envying the patient donkeys
drawing the market venders' carts.
At times the wind rose to a fury that rattled the casements, and
fairly shook the solid structure of the hotel. Then Cora, who, with
Jack, had come up from the breakfast room, clung to her brother, and
a look of fear came into her eyes.
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