Now it went up with a rush.

One of the peg ropes caught around Flapp's leg and he was dragged over the wet ground, with his head splashing into every pool of water that he passed.
"Help me! I'll be killed!" roared the tall youth.
The tent was blowing along the company street and half a dozen cadets ran to the rescue, Tom with them.

Some leaped on the canvas, while others held Flapp.

Then the rope was cut with a knife.
"Wha--what a fearful wind!" groaned the tall boy, when he could speak.
"This is the worst storm I ever saw!" "Oh, but I'm sorry I ever came to camp," groaned William Philander Tubbs.

"I'm so wet the water is actually running out of my shoetops!" "Ton't said a vord," came from Hans.