“I thought sure we were going to get killed!” whimpered Jimmy.
“Don’t you fellows know that you ought never to stand under a tree in a thunderstorm?” demanded Fred.
“We know it now,” returned Charlie; “and you can be sure we’ll never do it again.”
“Are you much hurt?” asked Bobby anxiously.
“I guess not,” answered Charlie, “but we’ve got lots of scratches.”
“Let’s see if you can walk all right,” ordered Bobby.
They made the attempt, and although they were wobbly and uncertain on their legs, all were relieved to find that no bones had been broken.
“You’ll be all right as soon as you get over your scare,” pronounced Fred.
“It was mighty lucky for us that you two boys came along,” said Jimmy gratefully.
“Yes,” added Charlie. “We were held down by those heavy branches, and I don’t see how we would have got out by ourselves.”