"I see something of a clearing over to the left," came from Sam. "I don't know what it amounts to though, it's too far off."
"We'll look at it," said Dick, in a low voice.
He had to fairly battle his way along, so fierce were the gusts of wind. He made something of an oval, and presently found himself over a spot covered with grass and low bushes. Then came another gust of wind and without waiting longer he shut off the engine, and the Dartaway came down with a bump that threatened to break the wheels on which it rested. They swept through the bushes, and then tilted up beside several small trees.
"Hold her down!" shouted Dick. "Tie her fast, before the wind turns her over!"
All set to work, and, not without great difficulty, they managed to run the biplane directly between several trees and some clumps of bushes.
"Fasten every rope well," sang out Dick. "Unless I miss my guess, this is going to be a corker of a blow!"
"I don't think it will be as bad as it was during that hailstorm," answered Tom. "But it is bad enough."
The ropes were all well secured, and then the boys breathed easier. Down on the ground the wind did not appear to be so powerful, and they felt that, unless it increased greatly, the Dartaway way would be safe in her berth among the trees and bushes.
"Well, what's the next move?" questioned Sam, after they had rested for a moment from their labors.
"I hardly know what to say," answered his eldest brother. "We can hardly follow that auto on foot."