They kept close to the river in making their way along. Perhaps the main
idea in this was to have a handy refuge in case a sudden need arose.
"There she comes!" remarked Bluff, in less than ten minutes.
"What? Where?" asked Will, staring around.
A deep bellow of near-by thunder answered him. Then the rain began to
fall in torrents. Will always carried a piece of waterproof cloth, to be
used for wrapping around his precious camera on occasions when it was
threatened with rain. This he brought into use, and at the same time
tried to keep the little black box sheltered as much as possible under
his coat.
From one extreme they had jumped to the other. First it was a
superabundance of fire, and now water began to trouble them.
"I'm soaked through again," announced Jerry dolefully, as he allowed the
wind to carry him along through the blackened timber.
"And I just bet that old fire has been squashed out before this,"
spluttered Bluff. "Don't you say so, Frank?"
"If it hasn't, it soon will be. Did you ever see it come down harder?"
"Must be trying to make up for the drouth of the last two months.
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