“Same here. Whew! That was a fierce one!” cried Ned as a blast of wind almost tore the rain pipe from his grasp.
“Look out!” cried Jerry. “Duck!” and he pushed his chum aside just in time, as a slate from the roof sailed past them and crashed to pieces on the stone walk at their side. Ned turned a little pale.
“Thanks, old man,” he said quietly. “You saved me from a bad cut.”
“I saw it just in time,” returned Jerry. “So the bulletin says the storm is even worse out at sea; eh?”
“It does, and say—Bob’s uncle and cousin! They must be out in it. He said their boat would arrive in a day or so!”
“By Jove!” cried Jerry. “I never thought of that. It may be bad for the Sheldons. I wish we could help them, but I don’t see how we can. Poor old Bob will worry, and——”
“Here he comes now!” interrupted Ned, as he saw a figure splashing along the street. “He acts as though he had news, too!”