I'm sorry, but--" Why finish?
She was lying out before him, straight and stark in the road.
A bolt of lightning which at that moment tore its way through the heavens brought into startling view her face, white with distraction, framed in a mass of iron-gray locks released by her fall.
"Good heaven!" burst from the lips of the frightened man as he stooped to lift her.

"What am I going to do now ?" The thunder answered him, or rather it robbed him for the moment of all thought.

Peal after peal rattled over the neighboring peaks, rocking the air on the uplands and filling his soul with dismay.

But when quiet had come again, hope returned with it.

She was not only standing upright but was crying in his ear: "Can I get into the house?
If I could stay there to-night, I could go back to-morrow." "I'll see that you get in, if I have to break in a window," he answered.
"But you're sure that you will not be afraid to stay out this terrible storm in a house with no neighbors within half a mile ?" "I know the house.