19/47 The sinister sound of thunder muttering on the horizon now went on without ceasing. Like many another his brain exposed to such tremendous pressure for two or three days, was not quite normal. It was quickly heated and excited by fancies, and time and place alone were enough to weigh down even the coolest and most seasoned. He pressed close to his Confederate friends, whose names he never knew, and who never knew his, and they, feeling the same influence, never for an instant left the man who held the lantern. The lightning flashed again and again so vividly that Dick, with involuntary motion, threw up his hands to shelter his eyes. |