"But, Rhoda," said Bess, "the wind is blowing the wrong way to bring that cloud toward us."
"You will find that the wind will change in a minute. And it's going to blow some, too."
"Oh, my dear!" exclaimed Nan, under her breath, "is it what your father warned us about?"
"A tornado?" cried Walter, from the ground where he was picking up the dead antelope.
"I never saw a cloud like that that did not bring a big wind,"
Rhoda told them. "We've got to hurry."
"Can we reach home?" asked Bess.
"Not ahead of that. But we'll find some safe place."
"What's that coming?" cried Nan, standing up in her stirrups to look toward the rolling cloud.
"The wagons," said Rhoda. "See! The boys have got the mules on the gallop. Their only chance is to reach the ranch."
"But can't we reach the house?" demanded Grace, trembling.