After a furious rush, the storm slackened up a little, as though gathering force for a fresh outburst, perhaps more strenuous than before.
But this little breathing spell afforded the boys a chance to exchange a few remarks, since it is at all times a difficult task to keep their tongues from wagging.
“That was a swift one, all right!” Giraffe burst out with.
“Did you ever hear such thunder?” said Allan.
“And the lightning—oh! my stars! it just made me blink, and shiver every time it flashed,” declared Step Hen.
“Well, the worst is yet to come!” announced Thad, seriously.
“He’s joking,” cried out Step Hen.
“No, I’m not,” the scoutmaster went on. “I’ve always noticed that when a storm lets up like this, it generally hits harder the next spell. And you’ll find out, if you wait a minute, for it’s coming again.”
“But we’re all right here, ain’t we?” asked Giraffe.
“Sure,” replied the other, “unless it turns around.”