Every inch of garment upon him was soaked with rain, but he took no thought of the fact.

He felt a certain fierce joy in the wildness of night and storm, and he was ready to defy any number of mountaineers.
The sixth and new sense suddenly gave warning and he lay flat in the wet grass just under one of the pines.

Then he saw three men rise from their shelter behind a honeysuckle bush, walk forward, and stand in a group talking about ten feet behind him.

Although they were not visible from the house he saw them clearly enough.

One of them was Skelly himself, and all three were of villainous face.