"Say, Dave, that looks like a real storm to me," remarked Roger, anxiously. "What do you think of it?"
"It's a storm, all right," was the answer. "And if we don't catch it before we reach the end of our journey we'll be lucky."
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As quickly as possible, the various things were packed up and placed in the two touring-cars. Then they started off once more, with Mr. Porter and Mr. Basswood at the steering wheels. They had covered less than five miles when they heard a rushing of wind through the woods. It seemed to come by fits and starts, but steadily increased in volume. The sky grew darker, and soon some large drops of rain fell.
"We'll have to put up the tops!" cried Dave.
The Basswood car had already come to a stop and those in it were hurrying to put up the top. As Dave unfastened the straps on the Wadsworth automobile, the drops of rain came down faster than ever.
"We didn't get that up any too soon," remarked the boy's uncle, when the job was finished.
"Hadn't I better put up the side curtains, too?" queried Dave.