I'll fill all the buckets with water." In ten minutes more everything had been carried inside the tent.
Big drops of rain were beginning to patter down.
"We've everything ready just in time to the minute," Tom Reade observed with a satisfied chuckle.
"Not everything quite ready," Prescott retorted.

"Tom, if you're going to grow up to be an engineer there's one thing more you should see the need of." "What ?" challenged Reade blankly.
"Get the pick and shovel! You and I will do it.

Let the rest get in under shelter!" Standing in the rain, Tom and Dick hastily dug two ditches at either end of the tent.

These ditches were no creditable engineering jobs, but they would, at need, carry a good deal of water down the slope.
By this time the rain was falling heavily.

In the distance heavy thunder volleyed, and the sky was growing blacker every minute.
"One more job," called Dick.