At last, after half an hour, the fury of the storm was over, but the rain still fell steadily.
"I am afraid it will not clear immediately," said Mr. Leslie, coming to the wigwam entrance; "I have been down to the lake, and the sky looks as though we should have a wet night."
"How dark it is!" said Aunt Faith; "What time is it?"
"Half-past seven," said Mr. Leslie, looking at his watch.
"Oh, how shall we ever get home?" sighed Edith Chase.
"We had better start immediately, I think," said Mr. Gay; "it will be very unpleasant to ride in the darkness as well as in the rain."
"And the horses!" said Lida Powers; "I hope they will be quiet. That black was inclined to dance a little when we came out."
"Now, ladies!" said Mr. Leslie, coming towards the wigwam again, "I have been up on the plateau; the horses are ready, and the sooner we start the better, as more black clouds are gathering in the west. Mrs. Sheldon, let me help you up the bank."
"Oh, Mr. Leslie, how wet you are!" exclaimed Aunt Faith, as she emerged from the wigwam. "Where is your coat?"
"Miss Warrington has it," he replied; "I made her take it."