No, 'tain't lightnin', it's just the lantern.

Our pilot's comin' back, I guess likely.

Well, he ain't been washed away, that's one comfort." Winnie S., holding the lantern in his hand, reappeared beneath the boot.
Raindrops sparkled on his eyebrows, his nose and the point of his chin.
"Judas priest!" he gasped.

"If this ain't--" "You needn't say it.

We'll agree with you," interrupted Mrs.Barnes, hastily.