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 Kanaka, sniffing the air as they ran round to the lagoon. Clouds were already gathering.

"Tempest, let's wait a while and see exactly what is going to happen. I 've got an idea that we might be able to land after all, without your running an almost certain chance of getting hit with a bullet."

A few heavy drops were beginning to fall, and the light was failing.

"If a regular tropical shower does come down, that will work the trick," Tempest said.

Almost as he spoke the patter of the rain drops increased. They got through the channel into the lagoon just in time before the shower became a drenching storm, blotting everything out of sight.

"Now for it!" said Tempest "Not a sound, boys!"