"One thing is certain, when it rains here it rains," said Bob. "It don't fool about it."
"Bob, this would be a hard one on the ocean," came from Mark.
"Right you are, my hearty," answered the former sailor boy. "I've been in 'em—more than once—an' I know. I was in such a blow once when we were out after an old cow whale, and the small boat didn't get back to the vessel until noon of the next day. All of us thought we were surely bound for Davy Jones's locker."
It rained and blew so hard the entire night that sleep was out of the question. Mark tried it shortly after midnight and soon roused up with a start.
"The waterfall! Look out for the waterfall!" he cried, and then gazed around stupidly. "Gracious! I got to dreaming and dreamt I was under a waterfall!" he gasped.
"And you were," answered Bob, roaring with laughter. "The rain came through that hole and poured right down on your nose."
Maybe Dixon was under the wagon, resting on a small platform of logs. In the middle of the night they heard him splashing around.
"What's the trouble down there?" called out Si.
"Trouble is, I don't care to drown," declared Dixon. "The water is 'bout up to the hubs already, an' maybe it will soon be higher than thet."
"Then we must be in a hollow," cried Mark. "If so, we'll have to get out, or all of our stores may get wet."