CHAPTER XV.
THE RESULT OF A HURRICANE.
Both Joe and Darry had witnessed many a blow, but nothing to compare to that which now swept through the valley and up the mountainside. The velocity of the wind was simply terrific, and it was well that old Benson had cautioned them to hold on to their hats and sit on their traps, otherwise all would have been blown away to parts unknown.
"Say, but this is fierce!" gasped Darry, after several minutes had passed.
"It's a regular hurricane," said Captain Moore. "I've been out in them before. Fortunately they do not last over a quarter or half an hour. Down on the prairies of Kansas they would call it a cyclone. Here, however, it can't get the sweep that it can on the level."
"Hark! what is that?" put in Joe, as a tremendous crashing reached their ears.
"That's a tree in the forest going down," answered old Benson.
"There goes another," said Darry, as more
