Young Hunters of the Lake by Ralph Bonehill
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around he saw a small stream of water coming in through a hole in
the tent. The stream was falling close to Whopper's head. Just then Whopper turned and the stream took him directly in the ear. "Wh---wow!" spluttered Whopper, awakening and squirming around. "What's the matter here? Has Niagara Falls broke loose, or who's playing the hose on me?" The noise aroused the others, and all sat up. By this time the match had gone out, but Giant promptly struck another and then lit the camp lantern. Whopper gazed at the hole in the tent ruefully. "That's too bad," said Snap. "We'll have to mend that, the first chance we get." "We can't mend it to-night," answered Shep. Gracious! Just listen to it rain! The boys sat up for quite awhile listening to the rain, but presently they grew tired again and one after another dropped off to sleep. Whopper found a dry spot next to Giant; and thus they rested until daylight. It was certainly a dismal outlook that confronted them when they arose for the day. The rain was coming down steadily, and no dry firewood was to be had with which to cook breakfast. "We should have put some wood in the tent," said Snap. "We'll know better next time." |
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