THE LONG CHASE Ned, despite his brave heart and strong will, felt a deep awe.

Storms on the great uplands of North America often present aspects which are sublime and menacing to the last degree.

The thunder which had been growling before now crashed continually like batteries of great guns, and the lightning flashed so fast that there was a rapid alternation of dazzling glare and impervious blackness.

Once, the lightning struck in the forest near them with a terrible, rending crash, and trees went down.

Far down in the gorges they heard the fierce howl of the wind.
Ned shrank closer and closer against the rocky wall, and, now and then, he veiled his eyes with one hand.