The Edge of a Tornado's Whirl.
Note the house in the background unharmed, and the house next to it spun around like a top.
Courtesy of U. S. Weather Bureau.
When, after an hour's toil, rescuer and rescued reached the drier land that sloped up to the levee, it was hard to tell which was the more exhausted. To the last, however, Ross refused to let his chum bear the burden of the puppies, and he lurched up the road to the place where he had left the gang at work on the cave-in, not so many hours before. It seemed weeks ago.
The Weather Man was still at work. He had been up all night, also, but he greeted the lad cheerily as he came in sight.
"Hello, Boss!" he called, then, as the boy's exhausted state became more evident, "what have you been doing? Has anything happened?"
"Anton was marooned," answered Ross in the dull, listless voice of extreme fatigue.
"Marooned? You mean he was caught by the flood?"
As though in answer, Anton, toiling heavily and wearily on his crutch, came in sight.
"Yes," said Ross, in the same tone, "he was left behind."