“Come quick, Ag! We’ll be blown away,” declared Ruth.
“I—I——What’ll we do?” whimpered Agnes.
“We must hold the tent down. Come on! Get into your mackintosh. I’ll get the lantern.”
Around the upright pole in the sleeping part of the tent were hung the girls’ outer garments. Ruth got into her own raincoat and buttoned it to her ankles. She left Agnes struggling with hers while she ran to unhang the lantern. She knew the night must be as black as a pocket outside.
“Wha—what you going to do?” stuttered Agnes.
“Drive the pegs in deeper. One of them pulled out.”
“Oh, dear! Can we?”
“I guess we’ll have to, if we don’t want to lose our tent. Hear that wind?”
“It—it sounds like cannon roaring.”
“Come on!”