"And the time we got into the old mill and found the gang at work," added Joe.
"Or the fight on Blacksnake Island when you came after Biff Hooper and me," Chet Morton put in. "You've had enough adventure to last you a lifetime. What are you kicking about?"
"I'm not kicking. Just wondering if we'll ever have anything else happen to us."
"If this blizzard keeps up all night you can chalk down another adventure in your little red book," declared Jerry. "That is, if we don't freeze to death."
"Cheerful!"
"It doesn't look as if the wind is dying down, anyway."
They looked out into the swirling screen of snow. The wind, instead of diminishing, seemed to be increasing in fury and the snow was even sweeping in little gusts and eddies into their refuge at the base of the rocks. The swirling snow hid the opposite shore of the lake completely and the howling of the wind was rising in volume.
Suddenly they heard a strange crashing noise that came from directly overhead.
All looked up, startled.
"What was that?" asked Chet.