A STORM IN CAMP
"Say, fellows, are we all going up in a balloon!" cried Sam Rover, as
he rolled off his cot in a great hurry.
One whole side of the tent was loose and the structure was in danger of
tumbling down on the inmates' heads.
"Help!" came from the next tent. "I'm being smothered!"
"That's Lew Flapp!" said a cadet. "What's up now, Flapp?" he called
out.
No answer came back, and now canvases could be heard ripping in all
directions.
"Fasten down the pegs!" came the order. "Fasten them down, quick!"
The cadets were already at work, and Sam and his tent-mates set at
their task with a will, realizing that every moment was precious. While
one student held the peg upright the other would pound it down into the
wet ground with a hammer or the back of a spade.
"The confounded pegs won't hold," cried out one cadet. "There she
goes!" and the next instant the tent went flying skyward, to land on
another tent some distance away.
It was still raining "cats, dogs, and hammer handles" as Tom Rover
expressed it. All was dark, the only light being that given forth by
the lantern which had not been blown out. Occasionally came a flash of
lightning, followed by the distant rolling of thunder.
"This is one of the real comforts of camp life," said Songbird Powell
sarcastically. "So much nicer than being under the roof of the Hall,
you know!"
"Never mind, Songbird, you need a washing off at least once a year,"
replied a fellow sufferer.
A minute later came another yell from Lew Flapp. He and his tent-mates
had tried in vain to hold down their canvas. Now it went up with a
rush. One of the peg ropes caught around Flapp's leg and he was dragged
over the wet ground, with his head splashing into every pool of water
that he passed.
"Help me! I'll be killed!" roared the tall youth.
The tent was blowing along the company street and half a dozen cadets
ran to the rescue, Tom with them. Some leaped on the canvas, while
others held Flapp. Then the rope was cut with a knife.
"Wha--what a fearful wind!" groaned the tall boy, when he could speak.
"This is the worst storm I ever saw!"
"Oh, but I'm sorry I ever came to camp," groaned William Philander
Tubbs. "I'm so wet the water is actually running out of my shoetops!"
"Ton't said a vord," came from Hans. "I dink me I half a rifer floating
mine packpone town alretty! Of dis keeps on much longer der whole camp
vos in der schwim, ain't it!"
"I reckon we're in the swim already," broke in Sam. "Some of us had
better bring the rowboats up."
The high wind lasted for fully half an hour and during that time six of
the tents were literally blown to ribbons, while many others suffered
to a lesser extent. A quarter of the shelters laid flat in the mud, and
nothing could be done with these until the wind went down.
"It's the worst blow I have seen since we have held our encampments,"
was Captain Putnam's comment, and he and the teachers went around with
lanterns to aid the students as much as they could.
By three o'clock in the morning the storm was over and the stars began
to peep forth from behind the clouds. As tired as they were the cadets
had to set to work to put up the tents and arrange their cots as best
they could. Camp-fires were lit in half a dozen places and the students
huddled around these to dry themselves and get warm.
"I guess this is a touch of real army life," said Dick. "And I must say
I don't like it overly much."
"We'll have to make the best of it, Dick," answered Tom, who had come
over to see how his brother was getting along.
"How is Sam?"
"Oh, he's all right, although as wet as any of us."
"This storm reminds me of the one we experienced when in the jungles of
Africa," went on the eldest Rover. "Do you remember how it blew, Tom?"
"Indeed I do," was the answer, as Tom's mind went back to that
thrilling experience, as related in "The Rover Boys in the Jungle."
On the following day the cadets were glad enough to remain in camp,
cleaning out their tents and drying the things that had become wet. But
the storm was a thing of the past and the sun shone as brightly as
ever. Big fires were kept burning, and hot coffee could be had whenever
wanted, so scarcely anybody suffered from the drenching received.
The storm had somewhat disarranged the plans made by Flapp, Rockley,
and their particular cronies. But two days later Flapp, Rockley, and
Pender got permission to go to the village of Oakville, two miles
distant, one to buy some corn salve he said he wanted and the others to
do a little trading.
The boys had collected nine dollars from various members of their crowd
and this was to be spent for liquor, cigars, and for several packs of
cards. All of these things were to be smuggled to the hermit's den
Pender had discovered.
"We can get enough to last us during the encampment," said Flapp. "And
then we can have a good time whenever we wish, and Captain Putnam will
never suspect what is going on."
It did not take the cadets long to reach Oakville, a pretty place
located among the hills. There were a dozen stores, a blacksmith shop,
two churches, and perhaps fifty houses. Beyond were farms in a state of
high cultivation, showing that the inhabitants of that section were
thrifty people.
"This town is about as slow as Cedarville," observed Pender, as they
walked up the single street. "How folks can idle their lives away in
such a place is what gets me."
"They don't know anything of the joys of city life," returned Flapp.
"Some of these people have never seen the inside of a real theater."
As might be expected, the unworthy cadets lost no time in entering one
of the taverns located in Oakville, and here Flapp treated. Then, after
cigars or cigarettes had been lit, they proceeded to buy the things
desired for the den.
"Laying in quite a stock, ain't ye?" said the tavern keeper.
"Oh, we are getting this for the whole crowd," replied Pender
carelessly. "But, say," he added suddenly.
"What is it?"
"We don't want you to say anything about our buying this stuff."
"All right, I'll be mum," answered the tavern keeper.
From the tavern they proceeded to the general store, where they
purchased the packs of cards and a few other things.
While they were making their purchases two girls came in with a market
basket between them. One was tall and thin and the other short and
rather stout. Yet the girls looked very much alike and were noticeably
pretty.
"Fine girls," whispered Flapp to Rockley, nudging his companion in the
ribs.
"Yes," was the answer, and Rockley began to smile openly on the new
arrivals. As the girls did not appear to notice this, he drew closer
and tipped his cap.
"Fine day after the storm," he said smoothly. "Yes, very," said the
taller of the girls, and turned away.
"I suppose you belong in Oakville," put in Lew Flapp, to the smaller
girl.
"Yes," answered the girl, and turned away to join her companion.
"We are up to the camp on Pine Island," went on Rockley, following the
girls up. "Have you ever been there?"
"Once," said the taller girl, and began to purchase some articles from
the clerk behind the counter.
"You ought to come and take a look at our camp," continued Flapp. "It's
a real interesting sight."
"All the girls are welcome," said Pender, feeling he must say
something.
"We'd be willing to show you the way at any time," added Rockley, and
placed his hand on the arm of one of the girls.
"Please let me be," said the girl, and walked away. A moment later she
left the store, and her companion went with her.
"My, but they were shy!" laughed Pender. "Rockley, you didn't make any
impression at all. Nor you either, Flapp."
"Humph! Wonder who they are?" murmured Lew Flapp.
"Let's ask the storekeeper and find out."
"Those girls are twins," said the proprietor of the establishment.
"Twins!" cried Rockley. "They didn't look it--not by their difference in
sizes."
"But they did in looks," said Pender.
"What are their names?"
"The tall one is Alice Staton and the other is Helen Staton. Their
father is the local constable, although he runs a big farm for a
living."
"Do they come here often?"
"Pretty often. But they are very shy girls and don't hardly speak to
anybody. They are both studying to be school-teachers."
In the meantime Helen Staton and her sister Alice were hurrying down
the main street of Oakville with flushed cheeks.
"I don't think those cadets were very nice," said Helen.
"Certainly they were not very good-looking," replied Alice. "And I
thought they smelt a little of liquor."
"The idea of their saying they would show us the way to the camp! I
guess papa can drive us there if we want to go."
"I'd like to see it. But I shouldn't want to go with those boys," went
on Alice.
"Perhaps papa can take us," said Helen. "But come, we promised mamma
we'd hurry back as soon as we could."
To get home the two girls had to walk for a considerable distance along
the road leading to Bass Lake.
On the way they passed the farm of one Isaac Klem, a man who took great
pride in his poultry and his cattle. Klem had forty cows, and two bulls
which were worth a good deal of money.
One of the bulls, a black, vicious looking fellow, was tied up in a
small lot at the corner of the farm.
The girls were just walking past this lot when Helen happened to glance
over her shoulder and set up a cry of alarm.
"Oh, Alice, Mr. Klem's black bull is loose!"
"Where, Helen?" queried her twin sister.
"There he is, at the fence. See, he is trying to get over!"
The fence she mentioned was of stones piled loosely, one on top of the
other. The bull was striking at the stones with his front hoofs. Soon
some came down, and then the animal leaped out into the roadway. Then
he gave a snort and looked at the girls curiously.
Now as ill luck would have it, each of the twins wore a red
shirt-waist. This color enraged the bull, and with a wild snort, he
lowered his horns and rushed at the pair, as if to gore them through
and through.