---"

"Never mind, I'll try the lantern again," said Mr. Brown.

"It's sure to blow out," said Uncle Tad.

"Perhaps we can paste something over the hole," suggested Mrs. Brown.

"Oh, Daddy," cried Sue, "take my Teddy bear! Her eyes will give you
almost as much light as Bunny's flashlight. Maybe more, 'cause she has
_two_ eyes. She won't mind the rain, for I can put on her water-proof
cloak."

"Hum! That isn't such a bad idea," said Mr. Brown. "We'll try it. Bring
out your Sallie Malinda Teddy bear, Sue. Her eyes will certainly need to
shine brightly to-night, for it's very dark. It's a good thing you have
her along."

"I'll find my flashlight to-morrow," promised Bunny.

"I'll get one myself then," said his father. "No telling when we might
need it."

All this while the big automobile was slowly bumping and moving along.
Uncle Tad and Mr. Brown took Sue's Teddy bear. By pressing on a button
in the toy's back the eyes shone brightly, two electric lights being
behind them.

"Does Sallie Malinda give a good light, Daddy?" asked Sue, as her
father got ready to open the door again.

"Yes, little girl. It will be all right, and the wind can't blow out
Sallie's eyes, no matter how hard it puffs."

With the Teddy bear as a lantern Mr. Brown again went out. This time the
wind did not matter, though it seemed to be blowing harder than ever.
Uncle Tad followed Mr. Brown out on the rear steps of the car. They shut
the door behind them to keep out the rain.

"Why, it's a regular flood!" cried Uncle Tad, as the Teddy bear's eyes
flashed on swirling and muddy water.

"That's what it is," said Daddy Brown. "Say, we've got to do something!"
he cried to his uncle. "And we've got to do it soon. We'll have to
anchor--tie the auto to a tree or something. This flood may carry us
down to the big river just below!"

CHAPTER XII

AT THE FIRE

Holding the Teddy bear so the light from its eyes shone all about, the
two men stood on the back steps of the automobile and looked around
them.

All about was swiftly running water. The evening before, in coming to a
stop for the night, Mr. Brown had noticed, not far away from their
camping place, a small stream. Behind it were some high hills or small
mountains, but, though the storm was a hard one, no one thought the
little brook would turn into such a river.

"But that's what it's done," said Uncle Tad. "It's risen so high that
it's covered the side of the road near whe