“Say, let’s hold up a second!” Dan gasped as a heavy curtain of rain veiled the sidewalk ahead.
The pair halted a moment under a store awning, there to catch their breath.
“This may turn to ice or sleet before the night’s over,” Brad said anxiously. “Then watch the cars pile up!”
“It’s almost cold enough for sleet,” Dan agreed with a shiver. “The storm certainly rolled in fast. Maybe Sam Hatfield decided to call off the Cub meeting.”
Brad moved back against the building wall to escape the awning drip. “Not Sam,” he said cheerfully. “He knows the Cubs are tough. Anyway, we’re a little late. The others are probably at the church now, waiting for us.”
From their shelter the two boys could see the church building a half block ahead, on the opposite side of the street.
The windows on the lower floor shone dimly through the wall of rain.
“The place is lighted, so Sam must be there at least,” Brad commented. “Shall we go on now? We don’t want to be late and hold up the meeting.”
“Okay,” Dan agreed, buttoning his slicker which had pulled apart.
Heads low, they bored directly into the wind. The rain scarcely had slackened. Droplets dashed into their eyes, completely blinding them.