"Get them out as quickly as possible." Tom had heard a sound coming from the ridge that stirred him into quick action.

"Tell them to fetch the blankets and our rifles.

We mustn't lose any of those things." "Will you call Hippy and Joe ?" "Yes, yes.

Hurry!" "Turn out!" shouted Tom at the opening of Hippy's tent.

"Be lively.
Blankets and weapons with you." "Wha--at, in this storm ?" wailed Hippy.
"Better get wet than get killed," retorted Tom, springing over to Joe Shafto's tent.