s."

"We are not an insurance company," Ed objected. "Why should we make
good for a storm?"

"Because we have a calamity clause. You had better look up your rules
and regulations, young man. The last time I saw them they were pasted
with a daub of good family flour on our back door."

"Thank goodness the rain will have suspended our constitution," Ed
replied. "That back door never could have gone dry through the
torrent. Don't you remember how the small showers doused it?"

"We do," Walter answered, "and as we have the only written rules, that
same fact of the back door may stand us in well."

"Pikers!" Jack called them with a laugh. "But will you observe the
Hys! They are going to rebuild!"

A hyphenated name seemed the worst of luck for this camp, for there
was no strong pole or cast iron bar to hold the two tents together,
and the "hy" was merely a strip of ground that gave extra play to the
wind. The smaller tent was now being dragged from the bed of wet sand
into which it had partly buried itself, and the campers were
struggling heroically to get it back to its pegs.

"Too bad!" called Walter, sympathetically.

"Worse than that," replied one fellow, who looked as if he might have
been shipwrecked.

"But we are insured--in the league, you know," shouted another member
of the demolished camp. "We are coming up for supper."

"You are?" returned Dray. "Say, fellows," to his own camp company,
"the best thing we can do is to take what stuff we find left and hide
up at the Mote. Those fellows will come down on us and won't believe
about the washed-away constitution. Who on earth put that indemnity
clause in, anyhow?"

"Oh, Clem did. He's studying engineering, and I suppose he is lonesome
for his math. We ought to make him pay the assessment. But I agree
with Dray," continued Walter. "We ought to 'beat it' up to the Mote,
quick. There are other tents flopping around, and everybody will be
good and hungry, you can be sure."

"Queer how old Denny made for his shack as soon as we got in," Ed
remarked. "I wonder if he thought that would be demolished?"

"No, not likely," Jack said, "but the old fellow was pretty wet and
played out. He's plucky, all right, and I don't believe we would be in
yet but for him and Freda. But he is old, just the same, and only his
pluck keeps him up to it. I would like to have been more decent to
him, but he won't give one a chance. We must fix it up some way,
though."

"We sure m