“It’s the two sailors,” said Mr. Brown. His wife said:
“No, we’re not quite all right. The roof is leaking.”
“That’s what we came up to fix,” said Will Gand. “I saw last night that that roof wasn’t very tight. Sam and I have a big piece of canvas from the boat. We’ll throw it over the roof and that will keep out the rain. Can you show a light? It’s as dark as a coal bin out here.”
“Wait a minute!” said Mr. Brown.
He stepped to the door of the hut and flashed the powerful little electric torch. In its glow he could see the two sailors standing in the rain. Mrs. Brown also had a glimpse of them and called:
“Oh, you poor men, you’re getting soaking wet!”
“We don’t mind that!” laughed Sam Trend. “We’re used to it. And it’s a warm rain—it will do us good.”
The sailors were carrying a large piece of canvas between them, and as Mr. Brown held the light one of them climbed a tree near the hut and tossed the tarpaulin over the grass shelter. It was pulled down over the sides and made fast with ropes, as only sailors know how to do work like that.
“Now you’ll be dry,” said Will.
“Yes; but you two are all wet,” replied Mrs. Brown from within the shelter of the hut, through the roof of which no more rain came.