“Now I guess we’re pretty snug,” remarked Bob, as they sat in the closed cabin, and listened to the howl of the wind and the dash of the rain without. “I’ll get supper, and then we can sit and talk. It was a lucky thing I saw the lake.”
“Indeed it was,” agreed Jerry. “For doing that we’ll forgive you for mentioning something to eat.”
“Sure, go ahead and get two suppers,” urged Ned. “I’m hungry.”
The professor was observed to be putting on a rain coat and a pair of rubber boots.
“Where are you going?” asked Jerry.
“Out to look for my flying frog,” he explained.
The boys persuaded him to wait until morning, and soon Bob served supper. Then, being tired with their day in the storm, they turned in, being almost as comfortable as if they were at home, save only that the Comet trembled now and then, as the blast shook her.
It stormed so all of the following day that they did not venture up in the air, but remained anchored. It began to clear during the afternoon, and the professor went searching for the flying frog, but came back at dusk without it.
“We’ll start in the morning,” decided Jerry that night, “and I hope we’ll soon find what we’re looking for.”
It was about noon of the next day, when they had covered many miles over the trackless forest, that Ned, who was in the bow, looking eagerly through the binoculars, uttered a joyful cry.