"Girls, see if you can lend the Wau-Wau girls assistance," commanded
Miss Elting. "Hurry!"
About all that was necessary to get to the distressed campers was to
let go of the trees to which the Meadow-Brook Girls had been clinging.
The wind did the rest, and they brought up in confused heaps near and
beyond the uncovered tents. Cots had been overturned by the sudden
heavy squall, blankets and equipment blown away. The cook tent was
down and the contents apparently a wreck.
"Cling to the trees! Never mind saving anything now!" cried Mrs.
Livingston, whose tent had shared the same fate as those of her
charges. "Take care of yourselves first. The squall is blowing itself
out. It will soon pass."
Almost before the words were uttered, the gale subsided. A sudden hush
fell over the camp. "There!" called Mrs. Livingston. "What did I tell
you? Now, hurry and get the things together. Never mind sorting out
your belongings. We must get some cover over us as soon as possible,
for we are going to have rain."
The rain began in a spattering of heavy drops. The thunder of the surf
was becoming louder and louder, for the sea had been lashed into foamy
billows by the brief, though heavy, blow. The waves were now mounting
the bluff back of the beach, leaving a white coating of creamy foam
over a considerable part of the ground below the camp.
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