"I only hope nothing of that kind happens around here; a falling tree
might pin us all under, and be our death," he said to himself.
At length they concluded that it was time to separate and try to get some
sleep, though both Bluff and Will declared they knew they would not close
their eyes so long as that howl kept up without, and the canvas fluttered
with each wild gust.
Just as they were about to make a run for it, Frank caught them by the
arms.
"Wait!" he shouted, for there was a terrible crash close by, and the
earth seemed to tremble as a forest monarch was laid low.
At the same minute with a shriek the wind descended upon the tent under
which they were crouching.
Frank heard a snap above the other sounds, and like a flash the entire
tent was blown away, leaving the four campers exposed to the fury of
the storm.
CHAPTER XIV
HOW JERRY WAS TREED
Jerry, that same morning, reached the camp of the old trapper without
any trouble.
He did not find Jesse Wilcox at home; but, knowing something of the
trapper's habits, he made himself comfortable, and waited.
After a time the other showed up. He carried a tidy bunch of fur along
with him, having stopped to remove the pelts on the way.
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