"I was hit by a broken board," answered Mrs. Laning. "But it scared me more than anything else."
"One of the broken windows came in on me and covered me with glass," came from Songbird. "But wasn't that a crack of thunder! I thought it was the crack of doom!"
"And were you really hurled overboard?" asked Nellie, rushing up to Tom and almost embracing him. "You poor boy! How glad I am that you were not drowned!"
"Well, come to think of it, I'm glad myself," he returned with a little smile.
"Oh, Tom, it's nothing to joke about!"
"That is true, Nellie."
"Say, I ton't vont no more excitements like dot!" cried Hans. "I vos schared out of mine vits alretty, ain't it!"
"We were all scared," said Fred. "But hadn't we better get inside again? We are all getting wet to the skin."
"The cabin is in an awful mess," declared Dora, and she told the truth. Daylight was streaming through a hole in one corner and the rain was entering in a stream.
"Let us get a tarpaulin and cover that hole," said Dick. "I'll do it," he added. "I can't get any wetter than I am," and he gave a short laugh.
