“Is—is there danger of its coming up here?” begged Nora.
“Yes,” replied Tom. “What is more, there is another storm brewing above us, but it may blow away as the wind from the southwest is brisk.”
“I reckon I’ll go to bed,” announced Stacy. “Lightning never did make much of a hit with me.”
“Cheer up. There—there’s time enough yet,” encouraged Emma.
“Oh, come back here and enjoy the grandeur of this wonderful scene,” urged Grace.
“No, I don’t want to. I might spoil your fun. You watch it and tell me about it in the morning,” answered the fat boy.
The sight was indeed a grand one. The storm was now in full force, but the thunder, heavy rolling booms, seemed far away, and the roar of the rain below sounded like a distant cataract. The Overlanders gazed on the awesome scene in silence. They watched and listened for fully an hour, until the storm abated, when the blackness of the night was only occasionally broken by dull red flashes of lightning.
“It is about over for the present,” announced
Tom, gazing first at the storm below, then at the clouds hanging overhead.
“Let’s go,” suggested Miss Briggs.