In another instant the three were opposite the projecting rock which protected the tarantass at the turning of the road.
The clump of pines struck by the lightning was still burning.

There was no one to be seen.

However, Michael was not mistaken.

Suddenly a dreadful growling was heard, and then another report.
"A bear;" cried Michael, who could not mistake the growling.

"Nadia; Nadia!" And drawing his cutlass from his belt, Michael bounded round the buttress behind which the young girl had promised to wait.
The pines, completely enveloped in flames, threw a wild glare on the scene.