Chapter 11. Thunder Mountain
As the storm raged around them, Sam clamped his ankles together under Randolph and put his arms through the leather straps of the harness to lock himself in place. Randolph ran on and on. One moment they were bouncing through dark clouds like a tiny speedboat smacking against big waves. The next moment they seemed to be in an elevator gone mad, hurtling down and down with stomach wrenching speed, then up and up as though whacked from below by a giant baseball bat. Sam clutched Randolph with all his strength while they were tossed and battered, yanked and pulled. If this had gone on for only a few minutes, it would have been dreadful enough, but it went on and on and on.
Sam shuddered with fear. Bobbie Bear read the compass as best she could and called out cou
