“I suppose that’s it. Hello!”
“What?”
“Rain.”
“That’s so. And our friend the moon has retired again. Say, how far from town do you suppose we are?”
“Two miles and a half, maybe.”
“More like three and a half, I’ll bet! Shall we turn back?”
“I suppose so, but I’m not nearly walked out. Maybe it’ll stop raining again in a minute. If there was some place we could go out of the drip for a while——”
“There’s a light over there.”
“Yes, but it’s a half mile away,” answered Bob. “And blest if I know how we’d get to it. Let’s keep on for a bit. It isn’t raining very hard. Besides, we can’t get much wet.”
So they went on, quickening their pace and watching each side of the road for shelter. A minute later the rain began in earnest.