“What are you going to do?” asked Amy, as Jessie produced a pair of scissors.
“Cut the in-wire!” she said, and, a moment later, had suited the action to the word. The danger from lightning was past, for that time, at least.
“What is that?” cried Nell, starting nervously from her chair.
There came a terrific flash of lightning, a reverberating thunder clap, a crackling as though the forest were on fire, a thud and a slithering sound as of a heavy body striking the roof.
“De end of de world am come, it am fo’ sure!” shrieked Phrosy, dashing in upon them, her eyes rolling wildly. “Ah’m gwine away f’om here! Ain’t nobody gwine stop me! Ah’s gwine!”
CHAPTER XIII
THE RACE
No one tried to stop Phrosy in her threatened flight. In fact, the impulse of them all was toward flight, and they followed that impulse.
“Something fell on the roof!” cried Amy, starting to open the door and shrinking back against it as another clap of thunder reverberated through the forest.
“Open the door!” cried Jessie, impatiently, as she pushed Amy aside.
“Yes, we had better get outside,” put in Miss Alling, trying to keep calm. “For all we know, the roof may come down on top of us.”