“But that isn’t the front flap——”
“Think I’m going to unlace that front flap when the wind’s blowing right into it?”
“Can’t we get out yonder, where the peg has been pulled?”
“But how’ll we get in again when all the stakes are driven down hard?” snapped Ruth, beginning to unlace the flaps of the rear wall of the tent.
“Oh! oh!” moaned Agnes. “Hear that wind?”
“I wouldn’t care if it only hollered,” gasped Ruth. “It’s what it will do if it ever gets under this tent, that troubles me!”
She unlaced the flaps only a little way. “Come along with that lantern, Ag. We’ve got to crawl under.”
“‘Get down and get under,’” giggled Agnes, hysterically.
But she brought the lantern and followed Ruth out of the tent, on hands and knees. When they stood up and tried to go around to that side of the tent where the peg had pulled out, the wind almost knocked them down.
“And how the sleet cuts!” gasped Agnes, her arm across her eyes for protection.