"
"If he's from the Merwell place, they can't have very nice fellows up
there."
"Well, who would want to work for a man like Mr. Merwell? He and Link
are just alike, dictatorial and mean."
The two boys kept on for a short distance further. Then Phil caught his
foot in a tree root and went sprawling.
"Wow!" he spluttered, as he arose. "Hi, Dave, wait for me!" he added,
for his chum had continued on the run.
"What's wrong?"
"I tripped and fell--just as I was afraid I'd do. Better go slow--unless
you want to break an ankle or skin your nose."
"The storm is coming," said Dave, as he came to a stop. "Much hurt?"
"Not very,--scratched my hand, that's all. Phew! listen to the wind!"
The sky overhead was black with clouds, but to the north and the south
were great patches of light. The wind was increasing steadily.
"Maybe it will be more wind than rain," said Dave. "I hope so, too, for
I have no fancy for getting drenched to the skin."
"I don't like a wind storm--when I am in a big woods like this,"
answered the shipowner's son. "I am always afraid a tree will come down
on me."
"Well, we have got to look out for that--if we can," answered Dave,
gravely. "I don't like it myself, but it can't be helped."
They continued on their way.
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