“Better come along,” Doctor Stevens told the father.
“Not tonight,” was the reply. “Mother is with Eddie and I know he’ll be all right now. I’ve got to take the lantern and see what happened to the livestock and what we’ve got left.”
There was no complaint in his voice, only a matter-of-factness which indicated that the storm could not have been prevented and now that it was all over he was going to make the best of it.
Half an hour later they reached the gravel highway and sped into Rolfe. Doctor Stevens drove directly to his office and several men on the street helped him carry Eddie Jensen inside.
“You’d better run along home,” he told the girls, “and get something to eat.”
When Helen reached home, Tom was waiting on the porch.
“Get a story?” he asked.
The young editor of the Herald nodded.
“Anyone hurt?” Tom insisted.
“No one seriously injured,” replied Helen, “but a lot of farm buildings were destroyed.”