Never you fear, he's a good hand at taking care of himself.

Sit down, Lige.

You can't go for a while." Nor could he.

It was long before he could venture out; the storm raged and roared without abatement; it was Carlow's worst since 'Fifty-one, the old gentleman said.

They heard the great limbs crack and break outside, while the thunder boomed and the wind ripped at the eaves till it seemed the roof must go.