But he felt that the German sentinels now would seek a little shelter from the wrath of the skies, and keeping in the shelter of a hedge he passed by the stables, where many of the hussars and Uhlans slept, through an orchard, the far side of which was packed with automobiles, and thence into a wood, where he believed at last that he was safe.
He stopped here a little while in the lee of a great oak to protect himself from the driving rain, and he noticed then that it was but a passing shower, sent, it seemed then to him, as a providential aid.

The part of the rumble that was real thunder was dying.

The yellow flare of the lightning stopped and the rain swept off to the east.

The moon and stars were coming out again.
John tried to see the chateau, but it was hidden from him by trees.

They would miss him there, and then they would know that it was he whom the soldiers had fired upon at the edge of the pond.