t must be fierce at sea," returned Dave, who was with him. "I am
glad I am on shore. The newspapers will tell about wrecks along the
coast to-morrow."

Nobody thought of going out that evening, and the boys put in the time
studying and reading. The windows rattled, and occasionally a shutter
banged, and a good night's rest seemed out of the question.

"My, what a night for a fire!" remarked Phil, while he and his chums
were undressing.

"Don't mention such a thing!" returned Ben, with a shiver. "It would
burn down everything!"

At last the boys retired. A few dropped off to sleep, but Dave was not
one of them. He had studied hard and was restless, and the fury of the
elements added to his nervousness.

At last he could stand it no longer to remain in bed, and got up to
sit in an easy-chair for awhile.

He was just crossing the dormitory floor when there came an extra
heavy blast of wind outside, followed by a crash, as one of the giant
oaks standing close to the school building was broken off near the
top. Then came another crash, a jingling of glass, and a sudden wild
cry for help.

"Hello, something's gone through a window!" Dave muttered. "Maybe it's
in the next room!"

He ran to the window and looked out. Just below the window-sill he saw
some branches of the broken tree. He looked down and noted that the
tree-top had gone into the window of the room below.

"What's the row?" cried Roger, springing up and rubbing his eyes.

"Is the roof caving in?" asked Phil.

"Some tree-branches came down and went through the window right below
us," answered Dave. "Listen!"

All did so, and heard the cry for help repeated.

"It's Job Haskers calling!" said the senator's son. "He uses the room
below us now."

"Let us see if he is hurt," suggested another of the boys.

Clad in their pajamas, the boys flocked out into the hallway, there to
be joined by others. Word was passed around of what had occurred, and
all made their way to the door of the instructor's apartment. They
heard him yelling for help with all his might.

The door was locked, and Dave and some others put their shoulders to
the barrier and forced it open. All was dark in the room, and the wind
was rushing around, sending books, pictures, and other things in all
directions.

Several matches were struck, and at last a sheltered light was lit.
Doctor Clay, Mr. Dale, and some of the other teachers had now arrived,
and instructors and students gazed c