She felt the need of closer companionship. Then
followed the sound of cots being scraped along the floor. Harriet had
reasoned correctly. The middle of the tent thus far had not begun to leak.
They crawled in under the blankets once more, but three of the Camp Girls
were trembling and shivering with fear at the fury of the storm. Ten
minutes later the tent sprang a leak directly over their heads. Very
shortly after that the four cots and the bedding were thoroughly soaked by
the merciless downpour.
Patricia, Cora and Tommy hurriedly crawled out of their water-soaked beds.
Harriet decided that she would be as well off in her cot, so she lay
still. She did suggest that one of the girls might try to light the
lantern. Patricia fumbled about in the darkness for the matches, and
finally found them, only to discover that they were so wet that they would
not light.
Suddenly a new and terrifying sound was borne to the ears of the four
girls.
Tommy screamed with fright. Cora uttered a terrified wail. Harriet and
Patricia, however, were silent. At the first suggestion of the threatening
sound Harriet had leaped from her cot. She stood with one hand slightly
raised, her head bent forward ever so little, her eyes tightly closed,
every nerve in her body centred on listening to the disturbing sound,
seeking to discover its meaning.
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