CAUGHT IN A HAILSTORM All of the Rover boys realized their extreme peril, yet for the moment they were powerless to do anything to help themselves.

Dick put out his hand to stop the engine of the biplane, then concluded that it might be more advantageous to keep the propellers moving.
Around and around spun the flying machine, tossed like a chip on an angry ocean.

All grew dark about the three boys and each gave himself up for lost.

It was useless to attempt to steer, so Dick held the craft as she was, so far as the wheel was concerned.
Then came a sudden, sickening drop and a tilting to one side.

Sam let out a wild yell, but what he said was drowned out in the roaring of the wind and the noise of the engine.