"Soon after that we'll be dry enough---if the tent holds." The stove was already in place, a sheet-iron pipe running up one of the tent walls and out through a circular opening in the canvas of the side wall opposite from the wind.
While Dick was making the fire, Tom Reade filled, trimmed and lighted the two lanterns.
"Listen to the storm!" chuckled Prescott.

"But we're comfy and cheery enough.

Now, peel off your outer clothes and spread them on the campstools to dry by the fire.

We'll soon be feeling as cheery as though we were traveling in a Pullman car." Within a short time all six were dry and happy.

The lightning had come closer and closer, until now it flashed directly overhead, followed by heavy explosions of thunder.
Not one of the boys could remember a time when it had ever rained as hard before.