When the fire was lit it burned up lively, blowing the sparks in several directions. As soon as he finished cooking the meal Benson put out the blaze.
"Too much wind," he said, in reply to a question from Joe. "I don't want to set the whole mountain side on fire."
Benson was right about the wind, which was now sweeping strongly through the tops of the tall trees. Presently it came lower, and shook up the brushwood. The night birds began to fly around, uttering their shrill cries. The old scout listened to the birds with some concern.
"It's going to be a big blow," he said to Darry.
"You are sure?"
"Yes. The birds are afraid of it. See how they flutter around? That's a sure sign."
"Birds must know a good deal, Benson."
"They do, lad—a heap sight more than folks gives 'em credit for. We could learn a good deal from them, if we'd only set our minds to it."
They took their time about eating, having nothing else to do. Then Benson cared for the horses, putting them in the shelter of the brush, but away from the big trees.
At last it began to blow in earnest, and presently they heard a tree limb here and there snap with a loud report. Then the wind became so
