I sprang up and looked at the row of tents. White-robed figures loomed in front of them. The heavy artillery was evidently frightened.
"The heavy artillery was evidently frightened."
We went over to them, and when we got nearer they chastely scuttled into their tents and thrust out a row of heads—heads hideous with curl-papers.
"What was that awful noise? An earthquake?" shrilled the Reverend Dr. Jones. "I think I'll go home."
"Was it an avalanche?" demanded Mrs. Batt, in a deep and shaky voice. "Are we in any immediate danger, young man?"
I said that it was probably a flying-star which had happened to strike the lake and explode.