"I'm no weather sharp, boys; but all the same I want to remark that it's going to rain like cats and dogs before a great while. Put a pin in that to remember it, will you?" "What makes you say so, Davy?" "Yes, just when we're getting along splendidly, with the old Susquehanna not a great ways off, you have to go and put a damper on everything. Tell us how you know all that, won't you, Davy Jones?" "Sure I will, Giraffe, with the greatest of pleasure, while we're sitting here on this log, resting up. In the first place just notice how gray the sky's gotten since we had that snack at the farm house about noon " "Oh shucks that's no positive sign; it often clouds up, and never a drop falls." "There's going to be quite some drops come this time, and don't you forget it, Step Hen. Why, can't you feel the dampness in the air?" "That brings it a little closer home, Davy; any more reasons?" demanded the boy answering to the singular name of "Step Hen," but who, under other conditions, would have come just as quickly if someone had shouted "Steve "