"Oh, about half a mile! We can follow down the ravine and get to our camp without trouble when it clears off," said Zan.
The rain swept down the mountain-side in torrents, while livid fire flashed in at the mouth of the cave accompanied by crash upon crash of deafening thunder. Miss Miller saw that a few of the girls were timid and looked fearfully about at the rock-ribbed walls of the cave to see if they were still in place.
"Don't you girls love to hear thunder roll and crack forth like the sound of cannon?"
"You really don't mean that you like thunder, Miss Miller?" gasped Elena.
"Why, yes, don't you? I think the privilege of watching lightning is one to be taken advantage of every time it is offered."
"But it is so dangerous! Suppose you were struck?"
"I know that the Great Spirit governs our destinies and I have no more to fear from a streak of lightning, if I am sensible, than I would have from yonder tall pine," said the Guide.
"But that pine is dangerous, too, in a storm!" said Elena.
"Then let's say, for a figure of speech, my bathtub at home. That I am as safe out there as at home."