Other drops came down the chimney, fell in the coals, and hissed as they died.

Paul shivered, and then felt very good indeed in the dry little cabin.
"You were a real prophet, Henry," he said.

"Here's your storm." "Not a storm," said Henry, "but a long, cold, steady rain.

Even an Indian would not want to be out in it, and bear and panther will hunt their holes." The drops came faster, and then settled into a continuous pour.

Paul, after a while, opened the window and looked out.