The wind was gradually going down, but the sky was as dark and threatening as ever.
"I think it will turn into rain before very long," said Dick, after a look around.

"Too bad it couldn't have held off half an hour longer.
Then we'd have been safe at Brill." "I'm thankful we got down safely, Dick," said Sam.
"Oh, so am I!" "It was a narrow escape," was Tom's comment.

"Great hambones! Who would have thought we'd run into such weather as this!" "Oh, hailstorms like this are not uncommon, even in midsummer," answered Dick.

"Don't you remember the one that came and cut down our corn some years ago ?" "Yes, and broke all the glass in the hothouse," added Sam.

"Say, is the machine hurt much ?" he went on.
"We'll have to make an examination." They looked the biplane over as best they could in the semi-darkness.
One of the bamboo poles had been split and two of the canvas stretches were slit from end to end.
"Not as bad as it might be," said Dick.