When they were near the wool-shed, suddenly there fell a heavy drop or two of rain.

Harry stopped and turned his face upward, when, in a moment, the whole heavens above them and the forest around were illumined by a flash of lightning so near them that it made each of them start in his saddle, and made the horses shudder in every limb.

Then came the roll of thunder immediately over their heads, and with the thunder rain so thick and fast that Harry's "ten thousand buckets" seemed to be emptied directly over their heads.
"God A'mighty has put out the fires now," said Jacko.
Harry paused for a moment, feeling the rain through to his bones--for he had nothing on over his shirt--and rejoicing in it.

"Yes," he said; "we may go to bed for a week, and let the grass grow, and the creeks fill, and the earth cool.

Half an hour like this over the whole run, and there won't be a dry stick on it." As they went on, the horses splashed through the water.