CHAPTER VIII

Puzzled The clouds were black overhead and the rain was pouring steadily as the Hardy boys hastened back up the path toward the picnic grounds. Once under the trees they were partly sheltered from the rain but in the open spaces they were thoroughly drenched. Thunder rolled continuously, lightning flashed, and the rain came in sheets. “This ends the picnic,” panted Joe, as they ran back. “It sure does. Everybody will be soaked.” The trees were threshing and sighing in the wind. There was a vivid flash of lightning …