IN A STORM-HAUNTED WOOD "The storm is coming!" exclaimed Diane with shining eyes.

"Button the flaps by the horses, Johnny.

We're in for it to-night.

Hear the wind!" Overhead the gale tore ragged gaps among the fire-shadowed trees, unshrouding a storm-black sky.

Fearlessly--the old wild love of storm and wind singing powerfully in her heart--the girl rose from the fire and faced the tempest.
Rex pressed fearfully beside her, whining.