“Storm?” he said. “I don’t see any signs of a storm.”
“Don’t you see that blue line along the horizon?” Fitz asked.
“Yes. Is that the storm?”
“No; that’s the mountains we crossed. But take this glass and you can see the storm gathering on their tops. See it?”
“My!” Bob exclaimed, the glass to his eyes. “I guess I do see it! It’s a black one, too; and it’s moving this way. How soon will it overtake us?”
This question he asked in some trepidation.
“It won’t overtake us at all, unless we care to have it do so,” the goblin made answer.
“Why, can we outrun it?”
“Yes.”