"Run her around between the bushes," directed Dick. "They will protect her a little, for the bushes are quite high."
They found a spot between the undergrowth and into it forced the biplane, until the air craft was completely surrounded. The bushes broke the force of the wind and the lads had little difficulty in tying the machine fast with the ropes they always carried. It was hailing again, although not so heavily as before. The wind was gradually going down, but the sky was as dark and threatening as ever.
"I think it will turn into rain before very long," said Dick, after a look around. "Too bad it couldn't have held off half an hour longer. Then we'd have been safe at Brill."
"I'm thankful we got down safely, Dick," said Sam.
"Oh, so am I!"
"It was a narrow escape," was Tom's comment. "Great hambones! Who would have thought we'd run into such weather as this!"
"Oh, hailstorms like this are not uncommon, even in midsummer," answered Dick. "Don't you remember the one that came and cut down our corn some years ago?"
"Yes, and broke all the glass in the hothouse,"
