It seems like only a shower to me." "Wait a moment.

I'll join you." Grace hurriedly dressed and, throwing on her rubber coat, stepped out.
"I don't just like the way some of these trees are acting," said Tom.
"Perhaps you haven't noticed how the ground is heaving." "Yes I have, but I did not know that it meant anything alarming." "It shows that the wind is throwing a great strain on the trees and that there is too much play in the roots for the good of the trees--and ourselves," he added.

"I hope our supplies do not fall down under the whipping they are getting." The provisions had been slung in sacks from a rope strung between two trees, about ten feet above the ground, to keep them out of reach of Henry and other prowling animals.
"How long have you been up ?" asked Grace.
"Half an hour or so.

I went up to the ridge to the rear of the camp, thinking that I had heard something unusual going on up there, but hurried back when the rain started.

What I heard must have been the trees creaking." They listened to the storm for several minutes, Tom Gray trying to interpret the sounds.
"Awaken the girls!" he directed, acting upon a sudden resolution.