Presently they came to where the road ran through a heavy bit of timber. Here it was almost as dark as night, and the branches of the trees, laden with water, hung down so low that many swept the wagon as the turn-out went by.
“Ugh! I wish we were out of this!” muttered Matt, as he tried in vain to pierce the gloom ahead. “You must find the road, Billy, for I can’t see it——”
A PERILOUS DRIVE. Y. A.
A terrific crash of thunder drowned out the last words. Billy sprang forward in alarm, and away 131 went the wagon over rocks and decaying tree trunks.
“Whoa!” shouted Matt. “Whoa, Billy, whoa! You have left the road, old boy! Whoa!”
But now a blinding flash of lightning lit up the scene, and then came another crash of thunder, even louder than before. Billy reared up, and then came down with a leap. On the instant he was off, like a rocket, over bushes, logs and rocks, dragging the swaying and creaking wagon after him!