A brilliant flash of lightning made the tent as light as day for
the fraction of a second. Harriet could plainly see the faces of the three
girls in their cots. They were asleep, or at least appeared to be
sleeping, for their eyes were closed. Then came the distant rumble of
thunder.
Though unafraid, Harriet shivered a little and snuggled down under the
blankets. The rain now began to fall, at first mildly then increasing to a
roar as heavy drops began beating on the canvas roof. The sound lulled her
to sleep. She simply could not fight off the drowsiness that had taken
possession of her, and unmindful of the storm outside, Harriet soon passed
into peaceful slumber.
The storm grew heavier. The tents were illuminated almost incessantly by
flashes of lightning. It was quite evident, however, that the camp was not
in the heart of the electrical disturbance, although a veritable deluge of
water was now falling upon it.
Nearly every girl in the camp lay wide awake with head buried in her
pillow, shivering, momentarily expecting to be struck by lightning.
Harriet was suddenly startled by a scream following a particularly vivid
flash of lightning.
"Did some one call?" she asked.
"Oh, yeth, yeth," moaned Tommy. "It wath awful."
"There is nothing to fear," returned Harriet.
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