Whoever was responsible for the waterproofing, must have done a fine job; for if ever canvas was put to a severe test, that tent was.
The thunder roared, the lightning flashed, and the wind and waves howled; but while the three canoe boys made no attempt to capture any sleep while the summer storm was at its height, they felt no uneasiness. With those firm rocks underneath, the billows of the biggest of all lakes could do them no damage.
They supposed they might be marooned there for twenty-four hours because the lake would be too rough for their small craft.
In this, however, they were pleasantly disappointed, when the storm went off muttering and growling toward the south, and the boys thought to try and get some sleep, the giant waves were still battering away at their old enemies the rocks, and sheets of spray fell upon the tent from time to time.
When Teddy awoke he missed all this row; and making his way outside, for it was morning, with the sun shining brightly, he was surprised and gratified to discover that the sea had gone down as if by magic, owing to a change of wind.
“That looks as if we might get away this morning,” remarked Dolph, joining him.
“It certain does. But where is Amos?” demanded Teddy.
“Listen!”