The lightning ran along the ridge-pole, then down into the tent
and out at the sides along the ground. I'm afraid same of your
fellows have been struck. At first I thought all of you had been
killed, so I ran down here to investigate."
But Dave paid little heed to the last part of this statement.
He had seized hold of one side of the canvas, holding it up.
"Dick!" he called lustily. "Tom, Greg, Dan, Harry!"
There was no response. The thunder continued to boom louder than
ever.
"Hold this canvas up," Dave Darrin ordered sharply, and Ripley,
knowing that Towser was eyeing him, obeyed. Inside crawled Darrin,
shaking each of his friends in turn and calling to them.
"I can't wake 'em! I can't get 'em to speak," reported Darrin,
crawling out again, his face white with anguish. "I'm afraid
they've been-----"
"Yes," nodded Ripley, in a hoarse voice. "They're dead!"
"How did you say you got here?" demanded Dave suddenly. "In a
car?"
"Yes."
"Then we'll prop the canvas up to let air inside the tent, and
then you'll drive me to the Hotel Pleasant as fast as you can go!"
"Maybe I won't," jeered Fred.
"Maybe you will," retorted Dave Darrin indignantly. His voice
rang with righteous contempt. "Either you'll stand by at a time
like this, or I'll fall upon you tooth and nail---with the very
able help of the dog!"
Gr-r-r-r! approved Towser, again showing his teeth.
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