CHAPTER XXII

In the Torrent Ted Scott shook his head at Frank’s exclamation. “Guess again, old man,” he said. “That wasn’t a shot. It was thunder.” Frank’s face fell, but immediately lightened again. “Just as good!” he cried. “Thunder means rain! Rain means drink!” “Right you are!” exclaimed Ted, sharing his friend’s delight. “Provided it isn’t a false alarm. Oh, if the rain only comes!” “Just like our luck to have the storm pass over,” grumbled Frank. They crouched there with fast-beating hearts, watching the black, heavy clou…