When she reached him he was employed in saddling up the two greys with the saddles and bridles that he had removed from the carcases of the horses which the lightning had destroyed.
"Why, Jess, you look quite smart.

Have you dried your clothes ?" he said.
"I have after a fashion." "Yes," she answered.
He looked at her.

"Dearest, you have been crying.

Come, things are black enough, but it is useless to cry.

At any rate, we have escaped with our lives so far." "John," said Jess sharply, "there must be no more of that.