It whistled off to the eastward, but left in its path a trail of torn and fallen trees.

Then in its path came the sweep of the great rain; the air grew darker, the thunder ceased to crash, the lightning died away, and the water poured down in sheets over the black and mangled forest.
"Now boys, we'll start," said Ross.

"Them Shawnees had to hunt cover, an' they can't see us nohow.

Up with them bags of salt!" In an incredibly short time the salt was loaded on the pack horses and then they were picking their way down the steep and dangerous gully in the side of the hill.

Henry, Paul and the master locked hands in the dark and the driving rain, and saved each other from falls.