“Wow! did you ever see blacker clouds?” exclaimed Giraffe, apparently deeply impressed by what he had discovered.
“Looks like we might be in for a big storm,” remarked Step Hen uneasily, for he never felt as brave as he might when the elements were battling with one another; but in order to disguise his timidity he added: “but then, as we ain’t sugar or salt, I guess we won’t melt.”
As they hurried along through the timber, still following the plain trail left by the lost scout, it might have been noticed that Allan and Thad really looked more serious than the other pair. And there was a good reason for it, too.
CHAPTER XII.
THE SWOOP OF THE STORM.
“Whoo! she’s coming right along, all right.”
Step Hen volunteered this statement, when the first rumble of thunder was borne to their ears from the direction whence the storm was advancing.
“Hear that,” added Giraffe, and then he went on: “I say, Thad, don’t you think we’d better let up on this trail business, and hunt for a place where we might sit out the storm?”
“I’d just come to that conclusion myself,” replied the other.
“And seems to me we hadn’t ought to lose any too much valuable time in doing that,” remarked Step Hen, starting a little when there came a flash of lightning, and later on another deep growl of thunder.
“Still three miles away; I counted between the flash and the thunder,” announced Giraffe.