Charlton wrapped Katy in every way he could, but still the storm penetrated all the wrapping, and the cold rain chilled them both to the core.

Katy, on her part, was frightened, lest the lightning should strike Brother Albert.

Muffled in shawls, she felt tolerably safe from a thunderbolt, but it was awful to think that Brother Albert sat out there, exposed to the lightning.

And in this time of trouble and danger, Charlton held fast to his sister.

He felt a brave determination never to suffer Smith Westcott to have her.