As she spoke there came a dash of rain against the side of the house, and another flash of lightning was followed by a vibrating peal.
Cora screamed.
“Oh, what is it?” demanded Bess, nervously. Jack clasped her hand.
“Look!” cried Cora. “The garage–it’s on fire. I just saw a flash of flame! Our autos will be burned!”
“We’ve got to get ’em out!” declared Jack. “Come on, fellows!”
He made a dash for the door. Ed leaped through the low, open window. Walter followed Jack. The girls stood uncertain what to do.
“The lightning struck it!” gasped Eline.
“We must help to get out the autos!” cried Cora. “We must help the boys to fight the fire!”
“Telephone in an alarm!” suggested Bess.
“The autos first! The cars first! We must get them out!” Cora cried as she hurried out of the door, the three other girls trailing after. “If we get the cars out the barn can go!”