They waited, and it was well that they did so, for presently the wind started to whistle once more, growing louder and louder. A small tree branch came down on them, and then came a crash that made them both jump. "It's coming this way!" yelled Phil. "The tree behind the rocks!" "Get down!" cried Dave, and threw himself flat. Both boys crouched as low as possible. They heard the tree bend and crack. Then came a tremendous crash, and they felt one of the rocks moving. "Maybe we'll be crushed to a jelly!" groaned the shipowner's son. There was no time to say more, for an instant later the tree came down, directly over the top of the opening. Several small branches thrust themselves down upon the lads, pinning them to the bottom of the crevice. The rocks trembled, and for the moment the boys were afraid they would be crushed to death, as Phil had intimated. "Safe, Phil?" asked Dave, as the rocking of the stones and the big tree ceased and the wind seemed to die down once more. "I--I guess so! A tree limb is on my back, though." "I've got one across my legs." With caution both boys crawled from beneath the branches and out of the split in the rocks. They could see where the big tree had been uprooted, leaving a hole in the soil fifteen feet in diameter. The top of the tree was all of a hundred feet away from this hole. "We were lucky to be between the rocks, Phil," said Dave, with a grave shake of his head. "Otherwise, if that tree had come down on us----" "We wouldn't be here to tell the tale," finished the shipowner's son. "Ugh! it makes me shiver to look at it." "Now it is down, we may as well get between the rocks until we are sure this blow is over," went on Dave, after standing several minutes in the rain. This appeared the best thing to do, and they crawled back into the crevice and partly under the tree. Here the thick branches protected the lads, so that but little rain reached them. A dismal hour went by, and then the storm came to an end. The wind died down into a gentle breeze and the rain was reduced to a few scattering drops, to which they paid no attention. "If only that wind didn't blow the shack down on the other folks' heads," said Dave. He was thinking of how frightened the girls, and especially Jessie, must have been. "I'll wager the trail is now a mass of mud and water," said Phil, and he was right, and as they progressed, they frequently got into the mud up to their ankles. It was eleven o'clock when they gained the edge of the woods and came out on the plains. The sky was still overcast, only a few stars being faintly visible. "Are you sure of the right direction, Dave?" asked the shipowner's son, as both paused to look around. "I think this is the trail, Phil, don't you?" and Dave pointed with his finger to a deep rut in the soil. "Yes. But that doesn't make it right," and Phil gazed around in some perplexity. "What do you mean? This is the only trail around here."