I'll hunt up a good stout club, too, and then if that confounded dog is troublesome I'll settle him." For an hour or more Fred ran the car at random over one country road after another.
"I wonder if that pup ever goes to sleep," he muttered.

"I'd really like to know.

If I'm going back that way to-night I'd better be turning about, for there is a bad storm coming." Turning the car, he drove swiftly back again.

In about twenty minutes he reached a part of the road directly above the camp.
Overhead the lightning was flashing brightly.

Heavy thunder followed each flash.