CHAPTER XIX
A STORM IN CAMP
"Say, fellows, are we all going up in a balloon!" cried Sam Rover, as he rolled off his cot in a great hurry.
One whole side of the tent was loose and the structure was in danger of tumbling down on the inmates' heads.
"Help!" came from the next tent. "I'm being smothered!"
"That's Lew Flapp!" said a cadet. "What's up now, Flapp?" he called out.
No answer came back, and now canvases could be heard ripping in all directions.
"Fasten down the pegs!" came the order. "Fasten them down, quick!"
The cadets were already at work, and Sam and his tent-mates set at their task with a will, realizing that every moment was precious. While one student held the peg upright the other would pound it down into the wet ground with a hammer or the back of a spade.
"The confounded pegs won't hold," cried out
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