Jerry hurried on, anxious to relieve the suspense of his chums.
As he came in sight of the camp he paused and stared, as well he might,
for it seemed to be occupied by a stranger, and he a man with the wild
aspect of a madman.
CHAPTER XVII
AFTER THE STORM
"Whoop! All hands on deck to pump ship!"
"My camera! Oh! where did I put it?"
"Grab up the bedding and hustle in under the other tent, boys!"
This last from steady, clear-headed Frank, who seemed to know just what
should be done in an emergency.
It started Bluff and Uncle Toby working strenuously to keep blankets from
getting very wet. But Will could not think of lending a hand until he had
first of all lugged his beloved camera under shelter.
It was indeed fortunate that both tents had not gone by the board at the
same time, or the camp must have been plunged into the deepest distress.
Led by Frank, they managed to hustle their belongings under the second
cover, where the driving rain could not reach them.
By the time all had been done the boys were dripping, and it took them
some twenty minutes to get warm again, snuggled in their blankets.
"Oh! what a night!" wailed Will a dozen times.
"Please let up on that, or give us a change in tune.
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