“But look!” he exclaimed. “It’s getting worse.”
This was true. Never in all his life had Jimmie seen such forks and chains of lightning. Beside this, fourth of July with all its rockets paled into insignificance.
“The heavens declare the glory of God,” John murmured, quoting from a very old book. “Day unto day uttereth speech,
“And night unto night sheweth knowledge.”
“Stop!” exclaimed Mary. “It’s wild enough without that.”
“Well,” John shook himself as if to drive away a spell, “guess we’d better——”
He did not finish for at that instant there came such a flash and roar as none of them had ever before experienced.
Mary sprang back clutching her eyes as if blinded. Jimmie stood rigid as a statue. He was thinking, “I am about to die.” Then came in a flash, “I shall not die. Lightning kills instantly.”
“John! Mary! Are you hurt,” he called.
“I—I can’t see,” Mary answered.