Teddy Bolstock interrupted, lifting his hand for silence.
“D'yo' hear thot?—Thunder!”
They listened; and from without came a gurgling, jarring roar, horrible to hear.
“It's comin' nearer!”
“Nay, it's goin' away!”
“No thunder thot!”
“More like the Lea in flood. And yet—Eh, Mr. M'Adam, what is it?”
The little man had moved at last. He was on his feet, staring about him, wild-eyed.
“Where's yer dogs?” he almost screamed.
“Here's ma—Nay, by thunder! but he's not!” was the astonished cry.