ing. But there's nothing to
shoot, anyhow." Freddie added the last for fear his sister might be
frightened in the dark cave.

It was very dark, especially back in the end, where Flossie and Freddie
could see nothing. But by looking toward the place where they had come
in, they could see daylight and the lake, which was now quite rough on
account of the wind. They could also see the rain falling and
splashing.

"I'm glad we're in here," said Flossie. "It's better than an umbrella."

"Lots better," agreed Freddie. "If we had some cookies to eat we could
stay here a long time, and live here."

"We couldn't sleep, 'cause we haven't any beds," declared Flossie.

"We could make beds of dried grass the way Bert told us to do if we went
camping."

"But have you any more cookies?" asked Flossie, going back to what her
brother had first spoken of. "I'm hungry!"

"Only some crumbs," Freddie said, as he put his hand in the pockets of
his coat, "and they're all soft and wet. We can't eat 'em."

"Well, we can go home when it stops raining," said Flossie, "an'
Dinah'll give us lots to eat."

The two children were not frightened now. They stood in the cave, and
looked out at the storm. It was raining harder than ever, and the
thunder seemed to shake the big hole in the ground, while the lightning
flashes lighted up the cave so Freddie and Flossie could look farther
back into it.

But they could not see much, and if there was any one or anything in the
cave besides themselves, they did not know it. They saw the boat blown
inside the cave, and it came to rest in the little cove, which was a
sort of harbor.

Then, almost as quickly as it had started, the storm stopped. The wind
ceased blowing, the rain no longer fell, the thunder rumbled no more and
the lightning died out. For a few minutes longer Flossie and Freddie
stayed in the cave, and then, as they were about to go out, the little
girl grasped her brother by the arm and cried:

"Hark! Did you hear that?"

"What?" asked Freddie.

"A noise, like something growling!"

Freddie looked back over his shoulder into the dark part of the cave.
Then, speaking as boldly as possible, he answered:

"I didn't hear it. Anyhow, I guess it was the wind. Come on, we'll go
home!"

"Are we going back in the boat?" Flossie asked.

"I guess not," Freddie replied. "It'll be rough out on the lake--it
always is after a storm. We can walk down the path to our camp. Besides,
this isn't