"I guess he'd rather take a roll than take a bath," said Mark, and he was right; as soon as Darling came out of the river, he shook himself and then started to roll. It was a good quarter of an hour before Bob, aided by Si, could hook him up once more. The weather had been fair during the week and the boys had managed to get a little rough washing done on the way. But on Sunday night it commenced to rain and blow, until all were glad enough to seek the shelter which the tent and the wagon afforded. "If ye want my advice, take down the tent an' put it over yer wagon," said Maybe Dixon. "Maybe it won't blow an' maybe it will. But it's allers wise to be on the safe side." "Do you think the wind will get worse?" questioned Mark. "It has a habit o' doing sech things out here." The wind was already rising, and not wishing to have the canvas torn to shreds, the boys decided to follow Dixon's advice. It was no easy matter to take the tent down, and one wet end slashed around poor Si, hurling him to the ground and turning him over and over. "Hi! let me out o' this!" gasped the country youth. "I don't want to be bagged up just yet." And as Mark unwound the canvas he staggered to his feet. "Gosh all hemlock! But it's blowing, ain't it!" To get the canvas over the wagon was a second difficulty, but at last it was accomplished. Then they stretched several ropes over the wagon wheels and pinned them down, that the vehicle might be kept from blowing over. The rain was now coming down in sheets and they were glad enough to get out of it again, although, as Si remarked, "They couldn't get any wetter if they tried." "One thing is certain, when it rains here it rains," said Bob. "It don't fool about it." "Bob, this would be a hard one on the ocean," came from Mark. "Right you are, my hearty," answered the former sailor boy. "I've been in 'em--more than once--an' I know. I was in such a blow once when we were out after an old cow whale, and the small boat didn't get back to the vessel until noon of the next day. All of us thought we were surely bound for Davy Jones's locker." It rained and blew so hard the entire night that sleep was out of the question. Mark tried it shortly after midnight and soon roused up with a start. "The waterfall! Look out for the waterfall!" he cried, and then gazed around stupidly. "Gracious! I got to dreaming and dreamt I was under a waterfall!" he gasped. "And you were," answered Bob, roaring with laughter. "The rain came through that hole and poured right down on your nose." Maybe Dixon was under the wagon, resting on a small platform of logs. In the middle of the night they heard him splashing around. "What's the trouble down there?" called out Si. "Trouble is, I don't care to drown," declared Dixon. "The water is 'bout up to the hubs already, an' maybe it will soon be higher than thet." "Then we must be in a hollow," cried Mark. "If so, we'll have to get out, or all of our stores may get wet."