Consequently,
some of the water rushed directly across the flooring of the shelter,
wetting the brushwood cut for sleeping purposes. To keep their
shoes and socks dry, the young hunters went barefooted. Once the
wind cut loose a corner of the tent, and, despite the rain, Shep
and Snap had to go out and cut longer pegs with which to fasten
the ropes. They had on rubber coats, but still got a good deal of
water in their faces and down their necks.
It was impossible to light a camp fire, and so they had to eat a
cold supper of such things as chanced to be handy. They could
not lie down, and had to sit on little stacks of the damp brushwood,
with their bare feet in the water and mud.
"Say, this is dead loads of fun!" was Whopper's sarcastic comment.
"Just as funny as doing an example in algebra or writing a composition
on the decay of the Roman Empire!"
"Are you dying to-----" began Giant, when a vigorous pinch on the arm
from Whopper stopped him. "Wow! Let up!"
"Then you let up."
"I will."
By midnight the worst of the storm was over, but it still rained
steadily, and this kept up until almost daybreak.
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