Again, with a quick flirt, eager eyed, and again the detached irregular ball! A third time--Molly rose, and now cast on dry grass and green grass till a tall and moving pillar of cloud by day arose.
At least she had made her prayer.

She could do no more.

With vague craving for any manner of refuge, she crawled to her wagon seat and covered her eyes.

She knew that the wagon train was warned--they now would need but little warning, for the menace was written all across the world.
She sat she knew not how long, but until she became conscious of a roaring in the air.

The line of fire had come astonishingly soon, she reasoned.