“No, he isn’t likely to pay us a call,” agreed Jerry.
They were warm and comfortable now, and they sat on the blankets about the crackling fire and ate.
“We’ll spend the night here,” said Jerry, as he went over to see how quickly some of his garments were drying. They were still very damp.
“Yes, we won’t venture out until morning,” decided Tinny. “The storm will be over then.”
“It’s raging and tearing around now like it never would end,” observed Cromley, as he hobbled to the mouth of the cave to look out. “It’ll be worse before it’s better, in my opinion,” he added, as he came back to the blaze.
“Did you see anything of the blue rock?” Jerry inquired.
“Can’t say I did,” was the answer. “There’s a regular river pouring down the side of the hill across from this cave. Looks like it might wash away the trail.”
“Yes, it will not be easy going back,” said Tinny. “This storm is one of the worst I have ever known, and we’ll have hard going.”
“Thunder Mountain is living up to its name,” observed Ned, as another burst of the sky artillery made the ground tremble.