The thunder was rolling nearer, and it was like a threatening voice, a deep-toned booming of a thing inevitable and terrible.

He felt the air shivering about him, and suddenly something moved softly against his foot, and he heard a questioning whine.

It was Peter--come back to him in this hour when he needed a living thing to give him courage.

With a groan he dropped on his knees again, and clutched his hands about Peter.
"My God," he breathed huskily.

"Peter, she's killed him.