The thunder that had kept up a continuous low rolling, like a dirge, died away, and the lightning, after a few more weak and ineffectual flashes, ceased.
"We won't have any further trouble to-night, that's sure," said Henry.
"They could not possibly find our trail before day, and I think we'd better push on, as nearly as we can, in the direction of our hidden powder.

You know we still mean to do what we started out to do." They traveled all night, with brief periods of rest, through rough and densely wooded country.

Toward morning the rain ceased, and the clouds all floated away.

The stars came out in a clear sky, and a warm wind blew over the wet forest.

Henry looked more than once at Paul, and his look was always full of sympathy.