FELLED BY A MYSTERIOUS BLOW When Grace awakened late in the night the feeling of oppression with which she had gone to sleep still lay heavy upon her.

The faint soughing of a breeze in the tree tops, the light thuds of falling pine cones, were the only sounds to be heard outside of the breathing of her companions who were sleeping soundly.
Suddenly her ears caught a distant roar, and a few drops of rain pattered on the tent.
"It is going to storm," murmured Grace.

"I hope no dead limbs fall from the trees on our camp." Pulling the blankets over her head to shut out the sounds she tried to go to sleep, but sleep would not come, so Grace uncovered her head and lay listening.
The wind seemed to die down for a while, but it soon sprang up with renewed strength, and was sweeping violently over the tops of the pines, which were creaking and groaning under the strain.

A distant crash told of some forest giant that had gone down under the blast; then the rain fell, a deluge of it, which finally beat through the little tents and trickled down over the sleeping Overland girls.
"Are you all right in there ?" called Tom from the outside.
"Yes, but we are getting wet.

Is it going to last long ?" asked Grace.
"Not being able to get a view of the sky, I can't say positively.