nced some uncomfortable apprehensions
during their supper hour.

At eight o'clock, Phyllis arrived, escorted by Ted. "My!" she exclaimed,
shaking the raindrops from her clothes as she stood on the porch, "but
this is going to be a night! Father says the papers have warnings that we
should probably get the tail-end of a West Indian hurricane that was
headed this way, and I guess it has come! It's getting worse every
minute. Have you seen how the tide is rising? Get on your things and come
down to the beach. Ted brought me, because I could hardly stand up
against the wind. He's going back presently. Come and see how the water
is rising!"

"Oh, hush!" implored Leslie, glancing nervously toward her aunt. "You've
no idea how upset Aunt Marcia is already," she whispered. "She'll be
distracted if she gets an idea there's any danger."

"Forgive me!" returned Phyllis, contritely. "I really didn't think, for a
moment. Father says there probably isn't any real danger. The tide has
almost never risen as far as these bungalows, except in winter; and if
the worst comes to the worst, we can always get out of them and walk
away. But this threatens to be the worst storm of the kind we've had in
years. Are you coming down to see the water?"

"If Aunt Marcia doesn't mind. But if she's afraid to be left alone, I
won't."

"Oh, Ted will be here, and we'll just run down for a minute or two. It's
really a great sight!"

Ted very thoughtfully offered to stay, and the two girls, wrapped to the
eyes, pushed through the blinding rain and wind down to where the
breakers were pounding their way up the beach, spreading, when they
broke, farther and farther inland. So terrific was the impact of the
wind, that the girls had to turn their backs to it when they wanted to
speak.

"I brought you out here, as much as anything, because I had something to
say," shouted Phyllis, her voice scarcely audible to the girl close
beside her. "If the tide keeps on like this, it will probably wash away
what we've hidden by the old log. And probably others who are concerned
with that may be thinking of the same thing. We've got to keep a close
watch. I believe things are going to happen to-night!"

"But don't you think we'd better dig it up ourselves, right away?"
suggested Leslie. "We can't very well go out to do it later when it may
be necessary, and surely you want to save it."

"Certainly _not_!" declared Phyllis. "I don't care if it _is_ washed
away. Wh