Despite himself Dick shrank again.

The first bolt had struck a tree which had fallen within thirty feet of them, but the second left this bit of the woods unscathed.
A third and a fourth bolt struck somewhere, and then came the rush and roar of the rain, driven on by a fierce wind out of the southwest.

The close, dense heat was swept away, and the first blasts of the rain were as cold as ice.

The little party was drenched in an instant, and every one was shivering through and through with combined wet and cold.
The cessation of the lightning was succeeded by pitchy darkness, and the roaring of the wind and rain was so great that they called loudly to one another lest they lose touch in the blackness.

Dick heard Warner on his right, and he followed the sound of his voice.