Well then, just then the sky split wide open, with a crash, and the lightning killed two men of the after watch, and crippled two more.

Crippled them how, says you?
Why, sprained their ankles! 'The bar'l left in the dark betwixt lightnings, towards dawn.

Well, not a body eat a bite at breakfast that morning.

After that the men loafed around, in twos and threes, and talked low together.

But none of them herded with Dick Allbright.