thundering kind!"

There was a swirl of the leaves around them, and the wind gave a
warning howl. All ran for the cars.

"A tornado, likely," said Hazel. "And, oh, dear! this is just
about the time that Paul will be bringing the mail over. I am so
nervous since his firm undertook the mail route between New City
and Cartown. This is such a lonely road for an auto in a storm -
especially when every one knows Paul carries the mail."

Hazel was greatly agitated, but the other girls endeavored to
reassure her.

"Why, Paul will be all right," declared Cora, surprised at Hazel's
alarm. "What could happen to him? Why is a storm in the
afternoon of such consequence?"

"Oh, I don't know," sighed Hazel; "but having to manage a car, and
be personally responsible for the big mailbag - there is so much
important mail between Cartown and New City - I have been nervous
about it ever since Paul began carrying it."

"But it makes him all the more important to his firm," said Cora
convincingly, "and I am sure he will be all right."

"You read too many wild-west stories," commented Bess, who was
still alongside the Whirlwind with her Flyaway. "There are no
stagecoach hold-ups these days."