One or two late roses bloomed in the flower garden, but most of it had been destroyed by weather.
Ned and the others cut armfuls of grass in a little meadow, just beyond the adobe wall, and they hastened the work.

They did not like the looks of the night.

The skies were darkening very fast, and they saw occasional flashes of lightning in the far southwest.

Ned looked back at the convent.

It was now an almost formless bulk against the somber sky, its most prominent feature being the cupola in which a bronze bell still hung.
The wind rose and cold drops of rain struck him.