"Guess my storm is going to arrive ahead of time," he said. "I'd better look for shelter."
With a suddenness that characterizes summer showers, the whole sky became overcast. The thunder increased, and the flashes of lightning became more frequent and dazzling. A wind sprang up and blew clouds of dust in Tom's face.
"It certainly is going to be a thunder storm," he admitted. "I'm bound to be delayed now, for the roads will be mucky. Well, there's no help for it. If I get to Albany before midnight I'll be doing well."
A few drops of rain splashed on his hands, and as he looked up to note the state of the sky others fell in his face. They were big drops, and where they splashed on the road they formed little globules of mud.
"I'll head for that big tree," thought Tom. "It will give me some shelter. Ill wait there" His words were interrupted by a deafening crash of thunder which followed close after a blinding flash, "No tree for mine!" murmured Tom. "I forgot that they're dangerous in a storm. I wonder where I can stay?"
He turned on all the power possible and sprinted ahead. Around a curve in the road he went, leaning over to preserve his balance, and just as the rain came pelting down in a torrent he saw
