They stood not far from the cavernous ravine, where, almost beneath them, they could hear the water tearing over the rocks. Soon a swift, strong wind rushed out of the forest behind them, the trees bending and swaying helplessly before the mighty torrent of air.
"There goes my hat," cried Jerry, as his sombrero was swept from his head.
"No use going after that," laughed Hawke, for the hat was speedily blown over the precipice and whirled down into the ravine. The other boys quickly pulled their headgear down more securely.
"That old tower looks like a picture," exclaimed Dunk, as a bolt of lightning lit up the ancient structure and painted its somber walls with a vivid light more brilliant than sunshine.
"Why don't you take a picture of it, Windy?" asked Tender.
"Fine idea," exclaimed the Clevelander, adjusting his camera. "I never had a chance to take a flashlight like this."
Almost as he spoke there was a report like that of a huge gun, and an accompanying line of fire.
"Did you see that, fellows?" exclaimed Fred, when the noise had died down.
"What?" came in a chorus from the boys.
"Didn't you see it?" Fred repeated.