“Yes, and that was why I thought it just as well to put our blankets in under that ledge of rock. If the worst comes, we will have some kind of shelter.”
“It was smart in you to think of that, Dick,” declared the other; “but, then, I’m so used to having you do the right thing that I’d have been surprised if you let a chance go by for getting some sort of a roof over our heads.”
But at the time they settled themselves down for the night, taking advantage of the rocky cover, no rain had fallen, and Roger expressed his hope that it might after all prove a false alarm.
Hours later the boys were awakened by a crash of thunder, and the first thing that greeted them when they sat up in their limited quarters was the sweep of the rising wind through the trees.
“It’s coming, after all, Dick!” cried out Roger, in a disappointed tone.
“Looks like we might be in for it,” replied the other.
“Can we do anything?” demanded Roger, eagerly.
“I’m going out to make sure the horses are fast before we have the rain pouring down on us,” said Dick, starting to crawl from under the rocky roof.
“But, Dick, what if the river should rise, and cover this island; don’t you think we’d better be getting ashore?” called out Roger.