A rending streak of lightning revealed her for an instant, her bare head bowed to the wind.

Then came a crash of thunder that shook the earth under their feet, and her fingers closed more tightly about his hand.
And in that crash he heard her voice, half laughing, half broken, saying, "I'm afraid--of thunder!" In that storm his laugh rang out, a great, free, joyous laugh.

He wanted to stop in that instant, sweep her up into his arms, and carry her.

He wanted to shout like an insane man in his mad joy.

And a moment before she had risked everything in facing three of the bravest men in the service and had shot one of them! He started to say something, but she increased her speed until she was almost running.
She was not leading Jim in the direction of the river, but toward the forest beyond Kedsty's bungalow.