Inside the house there were confused shouts and calls. The house itself rocked and swayed.
"Oh, what shall we do?" sobbed Ruth.
"Let's go out, before it falls down on us," cried Alice.
Clinging to each other they made their way downstairs. Their father came after them, followed by other members of the moving picture company.
"Is—is there any safe place?" faltered Mr. Sneed, as he look anxiously about.
"The cyclone cellar," answered one of the farm men. "All hands had better take to that. We're out of the path of the worst of the 'twister,' but it's best to take no chances. To the cyclone cellar!"
"Where is it?" asked Mr. Bunn, looking around the room, as though the place of refuge were kept inside the house.
"There!" cried the man, pointing to a small mound of earth, in which was set a sort of trap door. "Go down in there!"
A number of farm hands, as well as members of the family, were making for this haven. It was a veritable cellar, covered over, and used for just such emergencies. A flight of steps led down into it.
"Where are you going, Russ?" cried Ruth, as she saw the young operator turn from the side of the porch where he had been standing.