It was Reade, who was perhaps less attracted by girls' society
than the others who finally suggested:
"We ought to send someone over to the other camp to see if they
are all fixed to stand the coming rain."
"Good idea!" nodded Dick. "You run over, Tom."
Reade was away less than ten minutes.
"Dr. Bentley says they'll be as snug as can be in the biggest
kind of a summer rain that the weather clerk has on tap," Tom
reported.
Flashes of lightning were now illumining the gradually darkening
sky. Distant rumblings of thunder also sounded.
"I hope it won't be much of a thunderstorm," sighed Dick. "Some
girls are very uneasy in a thunderstorm."
"Laura is afraid of one, I know," said Dave.
In a few minutes more the big drops of rain began to fall. Soon
after swirling sheets of water descended. Dick & Co. had all
they could do to keep dry in such a downpour.
"This is where the portable house has the advantage of a tent,"
grunted Tom. "The portable houses yonder are even equipped with
some kind of rubber roofing. If this storm keeps up through the
night at this rate, we'll be washed out long before daylight."
"I can stand it," retorted Prescott, "as long as I know that Mrs.
Bentley and the girls are protected from the weather.
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