crashing was heard. "I am glad we didn't go into the timber. It's more dangerous than lightning."
"So it is!" shouted Benson. It was with difficulty that he made himself heard. "Here comes the worse of it!" he added.
A strange humming now filled the air, followed by twigs and flying branches. Overhead it was unusually dark, and they could scarcely see one another. Joe and Darry kept close together and clasped hands. Captain Moore was on one side of them and old Benson on the other.
As the wind struck the cliff it sent a shower of loose stones in all directions. Then it tore through the undergrowth where the horses were tethered. Next it seemed to hit the trees fronting the cliff. One tall monarch of the forest was twisted completely from its roots and began to topple.
"See, the tree is coming on top of us!" shrieked Joe.
His words were drowned out in the fury of the wind and the crashing of the tree. The next moment the monarch of the forest came down on the cliff with a bang, cracking the stone in several places. The bottom limbs caught those under the cliff and pinned them fast.
To both boys it seemed as if the end of the
