It passed by, and the storm that had been muttering and growling in the distance began to burst.

The great clouds seemed to grow and swell, and from the breast of them swift lightnings leapt, to be met by other lightnings rushing upwards from the earth.

The air was filled with a tumult of uncertain wind and a hiss as of distant rain.
Then the batteries of thunder were opened, and the world shook with their volume.

Down from on high the flashes fell blinding and incessant, and by the light of them the fire-doctors could be seen running to and fro, pointing now here and now there with their wands of human bones, and pouring the medicines from their gourds upon the ground and upon each other.

Owen and his two companions could be seen also, standing quietly with clasped hands, while above them towered the tall white cross.
At length the storm was straight over head.