“Looks like another rain cooking up,” he observed.
“Cripes! Not again!” Brad moaned, peering up at the overcast sky. “If this keeps on, I’m going to build myself an Ark.”
“Better start the carpenter work then, Brad. It sure looks like rain. And she’s coming up fast this time.”
Moving out of their shelter the better to view the sky, the two boys were somewhat alarmed to note that a large black cloud was rolling in fast from the west.
“That means rain and a hard one,” Brad said. “Think we ought to strike out for home?”
“Well, I hate to leave our post until Mr. Hatfield gives the order,” Dan said after a moment’s consideration. “Anyway, we’ve waited too long. We never could get home ahead of the rain.”
“You’re probably right,” Brad agreed, anxiously studying the fast-moving clouds. “The storm is due to break almost any minute. Lucky we brought along our slickers.”
Buttoning themselves into their long raincoats, the two boys prepared as best they could for the expected downpour.
Soon a faint breath of air rustled the tree leaves. In the quiet of the forest, the sound was ominous.
“Here she comes!” muttered Brad.