glare they should find themselves
blinded.

Will managed to push up close to his chum. Somehow it seemed to give
him more confidence just to feel the contact. Thus he knew he was not
alone in the midst of that hurricane, really the worst he had ever
experienced in all his life.

The time wore on. Once the dreadful storm seemed to have passed, and
it even grew considerably lighter. Will plucked up fresh hope,
believing the end had come, and that they could soon be on their way
to camp, to reach there at dusk perhaps.

Frank, however, began to see things in a different light. He noted
that there were signs telling of a return of the gale. The second
spell might be as bad as the first; and if it kept them confined there
under the rocks until night came on it would be utterly out of the
question to think of setting forth.

So Frank, foreseeing fresh trouble ahead, braced himself to meet it.
They would have to make a virtue of necessity, and stay there all
night. That was not a pleasant outlook, but then things might be a lot
worse, Frank told himself.

Sure enough the gloom once more descended, and again the thunder took
up the old rumble and crash. Perhaps the wind was not as furious as
was the first rush, and the rain may have been less in quantity, but
the second part of the storm was severe and terrifying enough.

"If it wasn't that we've had an even worse spell," Will managed to
call out, "I'd think this was the worst ever. Frank, what's the answer
to all this? How are we going to get back to camp?"

"Walk, of course," replied the other; "it's the only way."

"But even now the afternoon must be pretty well gone," objected Will.

"It certainly is," he was told.

"We don't know the exact way to camp," continued Will, "the night is
coming on in a hurry, the trees are dripping with water, and in lots
of places they have been thrown down every-which-way by that
hurricane. We never can make camp to-night, that's sure!"

"I'm glad you understand that, Will, because I was just going to break
it to you. No, it would be foolish for us to try such a thing. We've
been pretty lucky as it is to escape getting wet jackets. We'll have
to put in a long night here the best we can."

"Whew! it will be a terribly long one, too," declared Will, listening
to the retreating growl of the thunder. "And the worst of it is the
weather usually turns cold after one of these storms. We'll get to
shivering to beat the band. I wish we