"Oh, Alice. I think there is going to be a terrible storm," gasped Ruth a moment later, suddenly realizingly that danger impended. Indeed the wind was rising rapidly, and the clouds increased in size. Now confused shouts could be heard out in the farmyard, and some men were running about, rounding up a bunch of cows. "What's the matter?" called Mr. Pertell, coming out on the side porch. "Cyclone coming!" answered the proprietor of the farm. "It's going to be a bad one, too!" CHAPTER XI AT ROCKY RANCH With a howl, a rush and a roar the storm was upon them. Never had the moving picture girls or their friends ever seen, heard or imagined such a violent wind. The sky was overcast with yellowish clouds, edged with black, which were torn and twisted in swirling circles by the gale. The air itself seemed tinged with a sickly green that struck terror to the girls' hearts. There was a crash that rose high above the howl of the wind, and someone called: "There goes the roof off the corn crib!" Inside the house there were confused shouts and calls. The house itself rocked and swayed. "Oh, what shall we do?" sobbed Ruth. "Let's go out, before it falls down on us," cried Alice. Clinging to each other they made their way downstairs. Their father came after them, followed by other members of the moving picture company. "Is--is there any safe place?" faltered Mr. Sneed, as he look anxiously about. "The cyclone cellar," answered one of the farm men. "All hands had better take to that. We're out of the path of the worst of the 'twister,' but it's best to take no chances. To the cyclone cellar!" "Where is it?" asked Mr. Bunn, looking around the room, as though the place of refuge were kept inside the house. "There!" cried the man, pointing to a small mound of earth, in which was set a sort of trap door. "Go down in there!" A number of farm hands, as well as members of the family, were making for this haven. It was a veritable cellar, covered over, and used for just such emergencies. A flight of steps led down into it. "Where are you going, Russ?" cried Ruth, as she saw the young operator turn from the side of the porch where he had been standing. "For my camera!" he answered, shouting so as to be heard above the noise of the wind. "I'm going to film this--too good a chance to lose." "But you--you may be hurt!" she faltered. "I'll take a chance," he replied, as he turned into the house. Into the cyclone cellar rushed the frightened members of the film company, as well as the farmer's family and helpers. The wind was howling and shrieking, and several crashes told of further damage being done to the buildings. Russ, in spite of the commands of Mr. Pertell, set up his camera to get pictures of a cyclone in actual operation. The bending, and in some cases breaking, trees showed the great force of the wind, and the unroofing and demolishing of small outbuildings gave further evidence of the power of the storm.