He had done his work in a slip-shod fashion, staying out but a minute or two for that purpose.
It still rained, so building camp-fires was out of the question.

This being so, the cadets turned in early, glad to seek the shelter of their cots and their warm blankets.
An hour went by, when of a sudden the rain increased once more.

Then came a rush of wind that shook all of the tents violently.
"We are not out of it yet, it would seem," said Dick, as he sat up on his cot to listen to the flapping of the canvas in the company street.
He had hardly spoken when another gust of wind tore down on the camp.
There was a ripping of cloth and a crashing of poles, and then a cry for help sounded from several places at once..