She had detected the sound of a footstep which Susannah now heard coming heavily near.
A large man of about twenty-five years of age entered from the bluster of the storm.

As Susannah was trying to push out past him into its fury, he paused, staring in rough astonishment.
Lucy hung on to her arm.

"Stay a bit! Joseph must hold the umbrella over Miss.

Emmar, tell her she can't no wise go alone." Susannah fled into the driving sheets of rain, but Joseph Smith, umbrella in hand, followed her..