When he set Marette on her feet again, her hand accidentally fell upon his, and for a moment her fingers closed upon it in a soft pressure that meant more to him than a thousand words of gratitude.
A quarter of a mile beyond the poplar thicket they came to the edge of the spruce and cedar timber, and Soon the thick walls of the forest shut them in, sheltering them from the wind, but the blackness was even more like that of a bottomless pit.

Kent had noticed that the thunder and lightning were drifting steadily eastward, and now the occasional flashes of electrical fire scarcely illumined the trail ahead of them.
The rain was not beating so fiercely.

They could hear the wail of the spruce and cedar tops and the slush of their boots in mud and water.

An interval came, where the spruce-tops met overhead, when it was almost calm.

It was then that Kent threw out of him a great, deep breath and laughed joyously and exultantly.
"Are you wet, little Gray Goose ?" "Only outside, Big Otter.