The branches creaked and the dry leaves fell rattling to the ground by hundreds.

Another gust of wind filled their eyes and nostrils with fine dust.
"Don't be frightened," called Tom.

"Follow me." He led the way with Reddy, but the storm was upon them before they had gone ten steps.

The wind almost blew them off their feet and black darkness settled down over the woods.

They could just see the outlines of the trees as they staggered on, a blinding rain drenching them to the skin.
Tom divided the party into two sections, four in one and five in the other.