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The rain kept coming down harder and harder, but though there
seemed to be a sort of a light spray in the air of the wagon, the
water did not beat through. In some places along the bows it ran
down on the inside of the cover in little clinging streams, but
as a household we remained dry. Jack was still experimenting on
the banjo, and the dog had gone to sleep. Suddenly a flash of
lightning dazzled our eyes as if there were no cover at all over
and around us, with a crash of thunder which struck our ears like
a blow from a fist. Jack dropped the banjo, and the dog shook his
head as if his ears tingled. We all felt dizzy, and the wagon
seemed to be swaying around.
[Illustration: Investigations]
"That struck pretty close," I said. "I hope it didn't hit one
of the horses." "If it hit Old Blacky, I'll bet a cooky it got
the worst of it," answered Jack, taking up his banjo again. "Look
out, Ollie, and maybe you'll see the lightning going off
limping."
It was still raining, though not so hard. Soon we began to
hear a peculiar noise, which seemed to come from behind the
wagon.
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