"Fasten every rope well," sang out Dick. "Unless I miss my guess, this is going to be a corker of a blow!"
"I don't think it will be as bad as it was during that hailstorm," answered Tom. "But it is bad enough."
The ropes were all well secured, and then the boys breathed easier. Down on the ground the wind did not appear to be so powerful, and they felt that, unless it increased greatly, the Dartaway would be safe in her berth among the trees and bushes.
"Well, what's the next move?" questioned Sam, after they had rested for a moment from their labors.
"I hardly know what to say," answered his eldest brother. "We can hardly follow that auto on foot."
"The worst of it is, it will be growing dark before long," put in Tom. "What are we going to do then? I thought we'd catch up to that auto long before this."
They talked the matter over, but could arrive at no satisfactory conclusion.
"I'm almost sorry we came down," said Dick.
"We might have gotten through—although the wind is worse than it was."
"No, we couldn't do anything in this wind,—
