hayrack, Frank and Donald--be quick!"

The boys did not need urging. They felt the need, and ran to the barn.

"Bring some extra pitchforks!" shouted their father after them.

Uncle Robert pulled off his coat, and the spirit of his boyhood days
came back.

Susie seized a rake and began to gather the scattered hay and pile it on
the cocks.

The fresh span of horses galloped into the field. Frank brought them to
a stand between two long rows of haycocks.

How they all worked! The very horses seemed to understand. They started
with a jump to each new cock, and stood perfectly still as one after the
other was added to their load.

"It is coming!" shouted Peter, swinging his fork to spread the great
bundles of hay which came flying up to him.

The clouds looked like mountains with snowy peaks as they rose rapidly
in the southwest. The mass moved under the sun and the bright silver
color changed to blackness. Lightning flashes followed one another
quickly. The low rumbling of thunder stirred the still air.

"It is coming!" cried Donald, as he took the reins to move to another
cock. "G'long!"