ch was rolled, then whisked out
of sight.

"There, now you have done it!" shouted Crazy Jane McCarthy. "We sleep
on the ground for the rest of the night!" A gust of wind had thrown
Jane off her balance and knocked her down.

"Take hold of a tree," advised Harriet.

"I can't get to one," wailed Margery. "I can't walk."

"Creep," suggested Tommy shrilly.

"Yes, we must seek cover. I fear there will be rain soon," added Miss
Elting. "This is an awful blow. I can feel the spray from the ocean."

"Will the ocean come up here?" questioned Margery apprehensively.

"No. Don't be foolish," answered Harriet. "But we shall get wet, all
the same."

Half walking, half crawling, the Meadow-Brook Girls crept farther back
among the small trees, through which the wind was shrieking and
howling. They saw the campfire lifted from the ground and sent flying
through the air, leaving a trail of starry sparks in its wake.

"There go the tents!" cried Miss Elting.

A medley of shouts and cries of alarm followed hard upon the
guardian's words. A gust more severe than any that had preceded it,
and of longer duration, had rooted up the weakened tent stakes or
broken the guy ropes. A whole street of tents tipped over backward,
leaving their occupants scrambling from their cots, now in the open
air.

"Girls, see if you can lend the Wau-Wau girls assistance," commanded
Miss Elting. "Hurry!"

About all that was necessary to get to the distressed campers was to
let go of the trees to which the Meadow-Brook Girls had been clinging.
The wind did the rest, and they brought up in confused heaps near and
beyond the uncovered tents. Cots had been overturned by the sudden
heavy squall, blankets and equipment blown away. The cook tent was
down and the contents apparently a wreck.

"Cling to the trees! Never mind saving anything now!" cried Mrs.
Livingston, whose tent had shared the same fate as those of her
charges. "Take care of yourselves first. The squall is blowing itself
out. It will soon pass."

Almost before the words were uttered, the gale subsided. A sudden hush
fell over the camp. "There!" called Mrs. Livingston. "What did I tell
you? Now, hurry and get the things together. Never mind sorting out
your belongings. We must get some cover over us as soon as possible,
for we are going to have rain."

The rain began in a spattering of heavy drops. The thunder of the surf
was becoming louder and louder, for the sea had been lashed into