"How many miles to the next stopping place?" queried Nellie.
"About thirty," answered Tom. "That is, if we go as far as we calculated to when we left this morning."
"Oh, I don't see how we are going to make thirty miles more in such a storm as this!" cried her sister.
"We'll be lucky to make any kind of stopping place," announced Dick, grimly. "Just listen to that!"
There was a wild roaring of wind outside, and then came a flash of lightning followed by a deafening clap of thunder.
"Oh! Oh!" came in a shriek from the girls; and involuntarily they placed their hands to their ears.
"Richard, do you think it is safe to stay under the trees in such a storm as this?" questioned Mrs. Stanhope, fearfully.
Before Dick could reply to this question there came more lightning and thunder, and then a crash in the woods as a big tree was laid low.
"Oh, dear! Listen!" cried Nellie. "Suppose one of the trees should come down on the autos!"
"That is what I was afraid of," added her mother. "I think we had better get out of here."