The Boy with the U. S. Weather Men
Book Excerpt
Then, out of the rain, faintly through the distance, a shout was heard. It sounded like a boy's voice.
"It's Anton!" cried Ross. "He's been left behind! And that house is apt to go to pieces any minute!"
The first thought that sped across his mind, as he peered through the darkness to the dim outlines of the white house, was to hurry back to the Forecaster for help. Even as this thought came to him, however, Ross realized that such action might be of little use. Already the waters of the flood, swirling around the house, undermined it every moment, and it would take a long time to portage a boat all the way from the levee to the hollow, now in the wild sweep of the torrent.
Then Ross remembered that, a couple of years before, when a wet summer had caused a considerable quantity of water to gather in the hollow, forming a small lake, Anton and he, together with the rest of the boys, had built a rough boat. They had played the whole story of "