Providence was merely making things even.

The soldiers had been brought upon him when the chances were a hundred to one against him, and then the shower had been sent to cover him, when the chances were a hundred to one against that, too.
He saw far to the south a sudden faint radiance and he knew that it was the last of the lightning.

The little feathery clouds, which looked so friendly and pleasant against the blue of the sky, came back and the moaning on the western horizon toward which he was traveling was wholly that of the guns.
He heard a noise over his head, a mixture of a whistle and a scream, and he knew that a shell was passing high.

He walked on, and heard another.
But they could not be firing at him.

He was still that mere mote in the infinite darkness, but, looking back for the bursting of the shells, he saw a blaze leap up near the point from which he had come.
A cold shiver seized him.