that Matt wondered what the consequence would be should that particular tree be struck by lightning.
To prevent Billy doing damage to the wagon by twisting in the shafts or by kicking. Matt unharnessed him and pushed the wagon back a few feet into a somewhat open space. Here the rain came down heavier, but he felt safer than in close proximity to the tree.
Feeling that nothing was to be done until the storm should abate, Matt climbed into the wagon again and protected himself as well as he could with the rubber blanket and the lap-robe. The back shade of the wagon was down, and he was glad to see that so far the stock inside had sustained no damage.
A half-hour dragged along slowly. Several times the storm appeared upon the point of clearing away, but each time the clouds settled down heavier than before, until under the trees it was as black as midnight.
Matt wondered how far he was from the road, and if there were a farmhouse anywhere at hand.
"If I could reach a house of some sort it wouldn't be so bad," he murmured to himself. "But being out here alone isn't any fun, that's certain."
At last the clouds seemed to scatter for good. A fresh breeze stirred the trees and bushes, and ere
