"But, somehow," interjected Frank, who had been gazing anxiously heavenward, "I don't like the looks of the sky with all those black wind clouds scudding up so fast. We are bound to get some kind of a gale before a great while."
"Shucks! it may be only a wind storm," jeered Lanky.
"Maybe. But a wind storm can do as much harm sometimes as anything on this earth."
Five minutes afterwards an ominous roaring sound that chilled the blood in their veins came to their ears. The roaring grew in depth and intensity.
CHAPTER XX
THE AVALANCHE
"What's coming down on us, Frank?" Lanky called out in a voice filled with apprehension, as the roaring sound rapidly grew more and more terrible.
"I don't know," came the reply. "Something we've never run up against before, I take it!"