Yet I won't
mind if the storm does let up after an hour or two."
Conversation ceasing, after a time, all but Reade and Dalzell
got out books to read from the slender stock of literature that
they had brought with them into the woods.
The heavy storm made it a dull afternoon, where there might have
been so much fun.
But not one of Dick & Co. had the least idea of the excitement
in store for them. The storm held more than rain for many people.
CHAPTER XVIII
MR. PAGE'S KIND OF FATHER
As though the heavy downpour did not sufficiently indicate that
the storm was still raging as heavily as ever, Harry Hazelton
went to the tent doorway to peer out at the sky.
Just as suddenly he ducked back again.
"Hist!" he called. "There's someone at our canned goods stock,
and I think it's Tag!"
In a twinkling Dick and Dave were by Hazelton's side. The heavy
rain supplied a curtain like a light fog.
"I think that's Tag!" muttered Dick. "We'll go after him."
There was a quick diving into rubber coats. Dick and Dave were
first to get outside.
But the figure seen through the rain was already under way, heading
away from the tent. This figure, just as it stole under the great
trees, turned to point a sawed-off shotgun their way.
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