"It's falling!" cried Miss Elting warningly.
"Get to the other side," shouted Harriet Burrell, herself leaping to
the right-hand side of the tent in a single bound. Her companions
fell, rather than sprang, aside. They were none too soon as it was,
for the tent swayed, then lurched to the right, collapsing over the
heads of the Meadow-Brook Girls amid the continued snorts of horses
near at hand, accompanied by the sound of beating hoofs and the shouts
of the two men at the other side of the camp.
CHAPTER VIII
CRAZY JANE'S "FIND"
Tommy, having been unable to free herself from her blanket, had rolled
over and over until she reached the opposite side of the tent. Margery
Brown, not having got out of the way, had been hit on the head by a
tent-pole, which knocked her down and so dazed her for the moment that
she lay whimpering where she had fallen.
Of this Harriet and Miss Elting were unaware. Their efforts were
directed toward getting out of the tent to learn what had occurred.
They could hear the canvas ripping; and the noise of the floundering
hordes just outside was still going on.
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