Joe answered his hail with a sharp demand to know what he wanted.
"Pile out as quickly as possible.

We are likely to have trouble.

And call your bear off." Henry was sniffing at Tom's heels and growling ominously, but he obeyed the incisive command of his master and retired to his position in front of her tent.
The girls, he found, were already out of their tents, blankets over their heads, all shivering in the chill rain, all too cold to speak except Emma Dean.
"I--I to-o-old you something was go-going to happen," she stammered.
"The v-v-v-voice of nature to-o-old me so." "N-n-n-nature is an old fogy," jeered Hippy mockingly.

"Nothing has happened and I don't know why we have been dragged out into this rotten storm." "Follow me and watch your step," directed Tom tersely.

He led the way to the river and along its bank to the tethering ground.