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Page 60
"We could holler, but nobody could hear us, it's raining so hard.
The thunder and lightning aren't so bad now, but the rain and wind
are fearful."
Molly was flying about the room, peeping out at one window after
another, and then flying back to look at Stella, who still lay
unconscious.
"If we only had a megaphone," said Marjorie, "though I don't
believe we could scream loud enough through that even, to make
Carter hear. What do people do when they're shipwrecked?"
"They send up rockets," said Molly, wisely.
"We haven't any rockets; but, oh, Molly! we have some
firecrackers. They've been here ever since Fourth of July; those
big cannon crackers, you know! Do you suppose we could fire off
some of those, and Carter would hear them?"
"The very thing! But how can we fire them in this awful rain? It
would put them right out."
"We MUST do it! It's our only chance!"
Carefully putting a pillow under Stella's head, they left her
lying on the floor, while they ran for the firecrackers.
Sure enough they were big ones, and there were plenty of them. It
would be difficult to fire them in the rain, but, as Marjorie
said, it MUST be done. Keeping them carefully in a covered box,
the girls went out on the little veranda, closing the door behind
them. A wooden box, turned up on its side, formed sufficient
protection from the rain to get a cracker lighted, and Marjorie
bravely held it until it was almost ready to explode, and then
flung it out into the storm. It went off, but to the anxious girls
the noise seemed muffled by the rain.
They tried another and another, but with little hope that Carter
would hear them.
"Let's put them all in a tin pan," said Marjorie, "and put the box
on top of them to keep them dry, and then set them all off at
once."
"All right," said Molly, "but I'm afraid Carter will think it's
thunder."
However, it seemed the best plan, and after lighting the end of
the twisted string, the girls ran into the house and shut the
door.
Such a racket as followed! The crackers went off all at once. The
box flew off, and the tin pan tumbled down, and the little veranda
was a sight to behold!
It sounded like Fourth of July, but to the two girls, watching
from the window, there was no effect of celebration.
But their desperate plan succeeded. Carter heard the racket, and
did not mistake it for thunder; but, strangely enough, realized at
once what it was.
"It's them crazy children in their tree-house," he exclaimed; "but
what the mischief do they be settin' off firecrackers for, in the
pouring rain? Howsomever I'll just go and see what's up, for like
as not they've burned their fingers, if so be that they haven't
put their eyes out."
As Carter started from the greenhouse, where he had been working,
the torrents of rain that beat in his face almost made him change
his mind, but he felt a sense of uneasiness about Marjorie, and
something prompted him to go on. In a stout raincoat, and under a
big umbrella, he made his way across the field through the storm
toward "Breezy Inn."
"My land!" he exclaimed, "if that ladder ain't disappeared. What
will them youngsters be up to next?"
But even as he noticed the broken ladder, the door flew open, and
Marjorie and Molly popped their heads out.
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