"It's nice ridin' on a boat, but if the lightning should strike 'The Gall-yun,' whar are we?
I'd a heap rather be on the land." "That must have been its climax," said Paul, "and if so look out for the rain." Paul was right.

The lightning began to decline in intensity and the thunder sank in volume.

The wind died rapidly.

Yet there was no increase of light, and presently they heard afar a rushing sound.

Great drops beat like hail upon their tarpaulin, and all except the man who was steering snuggled to cover.