Then Eolus called West Wind from his island cave.

The captain and the sailors thanked Eolus and started off in the ship.
West Wind blew gently, and the ship sailed over smooth waters day and
night. Each day found them nearer home.

At last, on the evening of the ninth day, they saw the shores of their
own land.

The captain cried, "Land, ahoy! We shall anchor in the harbor
to-morrow."

Tired with long watching, and thinking that the ship was safe, he went
to sleep.

Then the sailors began to whisper softly to each other.

"What do you suppose there is in the bag?" said one.

"It is tied with a silver cord. I am sure that it is full of gold," said
another.

Then they planned to rob the captain of his treasure.

One of the sailors untied the bag.

Out rushed the angry Winds! They raged and roared. A storm arose, and
the ship was sent far out of its course. The captain begged West Wind to
help the sailors, but he could not.