“Well, this is going to be more than a shower, and it’s coming pretty soon,” observed Tinny. “However, we’ve only got about a mile more to go and we’ll be at the old cabin. I only hope it’s still standing.”
“Is there room for the horses in it?” asked Bill.
“There used to be a shed back of the cabin where they kept the animals,” Tinny replied. “Whew!” he cried. “This is going to be a bad one!”
Following sharply on his words was a sheet of lightning that temporarily blinded them, so vivid was it. Instinctively they all reined in their horses.
The resultant clap of thunder veritably stunned them all, while a sensation as of pins and needles pricked their hands and feet and ran up along their spines, causing a queer sensation in their scalps.
Just ahead of them a great rock was rent in twain by the lightning bolt which struck it, and the ground about them seemed to tremble. They had actually felt the stunning effect of the shattering lightning.
“Whew! Smell the sulphur!” cried Bob.
The odor was noticeable in the air.
The wind had died down for a moment, but now it suddenly sprang into being again, and with its howl came a curious pattering sound.
“Here comes the rain!” cried Tinny. “Now it will be better!”