The rain was coming down in veritable sheets and the water
was running into the lake in hundreds of rivulets.
"There goes something!" screamed Giant, as he caught sight of
an object whirling over their heads. "Looked like a sail."
"It was the boat canvas," answered Whopper. "Maybe the boat will
go next. Say, I'd just as lief be at home in my own little bed,
eh?"
"Don't mention it," replied Giant, with a sigh.
For fully an hour the wind tore around them in a manner that alarmed
the young hunters in the extreme. They could do nothing to save
either themselves or their stores, and wondered what the morning
would bring forth. More than one imagined that that was the last
of the outing and they would have to return home.
But by daybreak the storm let up and the wind gradually died down
to nothing but a gentle breeze. At eight o'clock the sun broke
from under the scattering clouds and then all heaved a long sigh
of relief.
"I never want to put in such a night again," said Shep. "I was
afraid every minute was going to be my last."
"This storm undoubtedly did a great deal of damage," said Snap.
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