Lucy came up to Justin, as Fogg walked on to this room. She looked him anxiously in the face.
“Yes, I brought the horses?” he said, interpreting the look.
“And said nothing to any one?”
“I have spoken to no one.”
She thanked him with her eyes.
“You are just soaked,” she said, “and you ought to go out to the bunk rooms and get dry clothing at once. I don’t want to have you get sick because of that.”
“A little wetting won’t hurt me, and I’m going in here before I change my clothes. Fogg wants to show me his picture, if he got one.”
He followed Fogg, and she went with him, without invitation.
“What sort of picture did he take? I heard him saying something about it.”
“He was trying to photograph a flash of lightning. I don’t know how he succeeded.”