ldn't get near the tents, and we had to watch them be knocked down
by the flood, and carried away on the big waves. Then we came back to
the house."

"We couldn't do anything in the dark, anyhow," remarked Ben. "But now
that it's daylight maybe we can find the tents."

"We'll help--come on!" exclaimed Bunny to his sister.

They finished their breakfast, and, after promising to keep out of
mischief, Bunny and Sue were allowed to go with Bunker and Ben to look
for the missing tents.

First they went down to the meadow where the white canvas houses had
been first put up. The brook was higher than Bunny or Sue had ever seen
it before, and the bent-over, twisted and muddy grass showed how high up
in the meadow the water had come. There were some wooden pegs still left
in the ground, to show where the tents had stood.

"And now they're gone," said Bunny sadly.

"Yes. Carried away in the flood," remarked Bunker.

"But maybe we'll find them," said Ben hopefully.

They walked along the bank of the brook. About a mile farther on it
flowed into a small river.

"And if our tents have floated down the river we may never get them
back," said Bunker. "Now everybody look, and whoever first sees the
white tents, caught on a stone or on a log, tell us, and we'll try to
get them," said Bunker.

You may be sure Bunny and Sue kept their eyes wide open, and were very
desirous to be the first to see the tents. It was Sue who had the first
good look.

As she and Bunny, with Ben, Bunker and some other big boys who had come
to help, went around a turn in the brook, Sue, who had run on ahead, saw
something white bobbing up and down in the water.

"Oh, there's a tent--maybe!" she cried.

The others ran to her side.

"So it is!" shouted Bunker. "That's the small tent, caught fast on a
rock in the brook. We'll get that out first!"

He and the other boys took off their shoes and stockings, and waded out
to the tent. It was hard work to get it to shore, but they finally
managed to do it. The tent was wet and muddy, and torn in two places,
but it could be dried out, mended and used.

"And now for the big tent--see if _you_ can find that, Bunny!" called
Ben.

But Bunny was not as lucky as was his sister Sue. After they had walked
on half a mile farther, it was Bunker himself who saw the big tent,
caught on a sunken tree, just where the brook flowed into the river.

"Now if we get that we'll be all right," he said.

"Yes, but it