Every cloud that is blowing up here--and they all make for the highest point--is bound to develop into a flash of lightning.

That kite is up in the air and is bound to attract the lightning.

Its cord makes a road for it on which to travel to earth.
When it does come, it will strike the top of the tower with a weight a hundred times greater than a whole park of artillery, and will knock Castra Regis into pieces.

Where it will go after that, no one can tell.
If there should be any metal by which it can travel, such will not only point the road, but be the road itself." "Would it be dangerous to be out in the open air when such a thing is taking place ?" she asked.
"No, little woman.

It would be the safest possible place--so long as one was not in the line of the electric current." "Then, do let us go outside.