"But it came down right on top of me."
"Yes, it came down on all of us."
"Anybody killed?"
"No. Benson has a cut on the shoulder, and you were knocked out. Feel the lump on your head."
The young captain did so.
"Phew! But that's a regular goose-egg, isn't it?" he muttered. "I suppose I can be thankful that I am alive."
"We can all be thankful for that, Will."
"It was the greatest blow I ever experienced—in more ways than one," said the captain. "I see it is raining. We had better go back to the cliff for protection."
"Don't do it!" cried old Benson, from out of the darkness. "The tree struck the cliff a heavy blow, and we don't want that down on our heads next."
"No, let us give the cliff a wide berth," said Darry. "I'd rather remain right out in the open and get soaked than take any more risks."
"The rain won't amount to much," said Benson. "It never does after such a hurricane."
The scout was right, and in less than half an hour after it had begun the downpour was over and the stars were struggling forth in the sky. Without delay a camp-fire was lit, and the blaze
