Either they did not dread rain, or they were more weatherwise than he.

The orgie deepened.

Two of the men who were quarreling drew pistols, but the swart leader struck them aside, and spoke to them so fiercely that they put back their weapons, and, a minute later, Robert saw them drinking together in friendship.
The storm did not break.

The wind blew, and, now and then, drops of rain fell, but it did not seem able to get beyond the stage of thunder and lightning.

Yet it tried hard, and it became, even to Robert, used to the vagaries of nature, a grim and sinister night.