Uncle Robert pulled off his coat, and the spirit of his boyhood days came back. Susie seized a rake and began to gather the scattered hay and pile it on the cocks. The fresh span of horses galloped into the field. Frank brought them to a stand between two long rows of haycocks. How they all worked! The very horses seemed to understand. They started with a jump to each new cock, and stood perfectly still as one after the other was added to their load. "It is coming!" shouted Peter, swinging his fork to spread the great bundles of hay which came flying up to him. The clouds looked like mountains with snowy peaks as they rose rapidly in the southwest. The mass moved under the sun and the bright silver color changed to blackness. Lightning flashes followed one another quickly. The low rumbling of thunder stirred the still air. "It is coming!" cried Donald, as he took the reins to move to another cock. "G'long!" All was hurry and excitement. Mrs. Leonard and Jane appeared on the scene with rakes in hand. Barri bounded from horse to horse as if that was some help. Suddenly it grew darker. The leaves began to quiver. A curious light crept over the fields. "There is the wind," shouted Frank. "The rain will be here in a minute." Clouds completely covered the sky. Black forms seemed to dart out of their heavy masses. "There's a drop," cried Susie. Then what a wind! Straw hats were whirled away, but there was no time to run after them. "Pile up the hay!" The great loads staggered. "Drive for the barn!" shouted Mr. Leonard. "Some of it must spoil, I suppose. We have done our best." The horses moved off on the run, Frank's team ahead. A roll and a crash of thunder followed a zigzag flash. The hay was under cover, and the rain poured down. [Illustration: The coming storm.] They reached the porch just as it began to fall thick and fast. A moment more and it came down in floods, while at the same time the darkness passed away. "How cool it is growing!" said Mrs. Leonard. "It is twelve degrees cooler than it was at noon," said Donald, looking at the thermometer. "See, the wind has changed. It is from the northeast now." Frank went into the dining-room, and when he came back he said, "The barometer has risen two-tenths of an inch since we looked at it last." It seemed to rain harder than ever. The water was driven in sheets before the strong northeast wind. A stream began to run down the garden path. A vivid flash of lightning was followed quickly by a loud crash of thunder. "That struck somewhere near," said Frank. "I believe it was over in the wood," said Mrs. Leonard. "See," said Uncle Robert in a few moments, pointing to a line of light in the western sky, "it is clearing already. The shower will soon be over."