"I wish we might arrange it with the weather clerk to have it rain at night, after ten o'clock, and have dry ground in the day time," sighed Dave Darrin.
Yet none of the boys spoke the thought that was uppermost in more than one mind—-the wish that they might go over to the Bentley camp to spend the time that it rained in the society of the girls.
It was Reade, who was perhaps less attracted by girls' society than the others who finally suggested:
"We ought to send someone over to the other camp to see if they are all fixed to stand the coming rain."
"Good idea!" nodded Dick. "You run over, Tom."
Reade was away less than ten minutes.
"Dr. Bentley says they'll be as snug as can be in the biggest kind of a summer rain that the weather clerk has on tap," Tom reported.
Flashes of lightning were now illumining the gradually darkening sky. Distant rumblings of thunder also sounded.
"I hope it won't be much of a thunderstorm," sighed Dick. "Some girls are very uneasy in a thunderstorm."
"Laura is afraid of one, I know," said Dave.