THREE:The storm grew more violent every minute, limbs were torn from the trees, and fell with a crash, and torrents rushed down from the mountain side, across the road. Si strode on resolutely, as if the disturbance were nothing more than a Summer zephyr. He waded squarely through the raging streams, turning at times to help the next boy to him, strode over the fallen limbs, and took the dashing downpour with stolid indifference."Go at 'em with the bayonet, Si," yelled Shorty. "I'm goin' around to ketch old Billings. He's in there, and'll try to sneak out the back way."
THREE:Si was so delighted at getting Pete back unhurt that he did not have the heart to reply to the engineer's gibes. "To Mister Corpril Elliott,
THREE:FROM: Fredk. RamsbothamAs soon as he was well on his way the woman leaned forward and asked Shorty in an earnest tone:
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