Hardly had he spoken than his son came hurrying back through the bushes. His hands were empty, showing that his search for the plant had been unsuccessful. But there was a queer look on his face. He spoke some words to his father, at which the old chief started.
“What is the matter?” asked the professor.
“Hurricane coming,” was the answer. “Look out, or all blow ’way.”
As he spoke there sounded a deep moaning sound through the trees of the floating forest.
[CHAPTER XXVIII]
THE HURRICANE
The words of the Seminole chief’s son were startling enough, and, coupled as they were with the strange sound of the wind, alarmed the boys and the professor.
“What’s the matter?” asked Rose, coming to the tent flap as she heard the commotion outside. It was the first time the girls were made aware of the presence of the Indians. The professor explained, asking the young ladies to remain cool as the danger might not be as great as they feared.