could see fairly well; some light being furnished by it, though heavy
clouds intervened. White-capped waves dashed against the boat. It was
unusually rough for a lake of its size. She inhaled deeply the strong,
bracing air, until, discovering that she was getting wet from the spray,
the girl hurried below and crawled into her cot, shivering a little.
Then she fell into a deep sleep, soothed by the rocking of the boat.

Tommy was moaning in her sleep. The others appeared to be sleeping
soundly. It was late in the night when Harriet was awakened by a
terrific crash. It seemed to her as though something had collided with
the "Red Rover." Then came a second crash, much louder than the first.
The second was followed by a sound of breaking woodwork. A draught of
cold air smote her in the face, then a huge volume of water swept into
the cabin overwhelming and half drowning the occupants.

Cots were overturned, the oil stove went over with a crash, and the
table was hurled the length of the cabin, landing bottom side up at the
rear end of the cabin.

A chorus of terrified, choking screams followed the second crash, that,
to their overwrought imaginations, seemed to have lasted for hours.

"Thave me! We're thinking!" wailed Tommy Thompson.

"Harriet! What has happened?" cried Miss Elting.

"I--I don't know."

The "Red Rover" lurched heavily to one side. The rush of water that
accompanied the lurch tumbled the Meadow-Brook Girls to the lower side