Bennie D.might be there, but if he was--well, by jiminy crimps, let him look out, that's all! He had reached this point in his meditations when the wind, which had been steadily increasing and tossing the pinetops warningly, suddenly became a squall which brought with it a flurry of rain.

He started and looked up.

The sky was dark, it was late in the afternoon, and the storm he had prophesied had arrived.
Half an hour later he ran, panting and wet, into the blacksmith's shop.
The automobile was standing in the middle of the floor, and Mr.Ellis was standing beside it, perspiring and troubled.
"Where's Joshua ?" demanded Seth.
"Hey ?" inquired the blacksmith absently.
"Where's my horse?
Is he ready ?" Benijah wiped his forehead.
"Gosh!" he exclaimed.

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