LOOKING FOR AN EYE "Washing the dead men's bones," was the remark King made a few minutes later.

The storm was at its height; the sheets of rain that swept down the pebbly glen elicited the gruesome sentence.

He stood directly behind the quaking Loraine, quite close to the open door; there is no doubt that the observation was intended for her ears, maliciously or otherwise.
She gave him an awed glance, but no verbal response.

It was readily to be seen that she was terrified by the violence of the mountain tornado.
As if to shame him for the frivolous remark, she suddenly changed her position, putting herself behind him.
"I like that," he remonstrated, emboldened by the elements.

"You leave me in front to be struck by the first bolt of lightning that comes along.