The soil was very light and sandy, but it was covered with a thick
growth of grass, which prevented the mules' feet or the waggon-wheels
from sinking, so that the travelling was nearly, if not quite as rapid
as it had been along the road. A sharp lookout was maintained for signs
indicative of their approach to the neighbourhood of plantations, and
two or three bridle-paths, evidently leading to such, were crossed; but
at length they reached the welcome skirts of the forest without having
had the least cause to suppose that they had been observed.
In the meantime, however, a heavy bank of thundercloud had been observed
rapidly gathering on the southern horizon, and the runaways had scarcely
plunged a mile into the forest before the heavens were obscured, and it
at once became so pitch-dark that it was utterly impossible for them to
proceed. The mules were consequently pulled up, and the three
adventurers made what few preparations were possible for their
protection from the coming storm.
Soon the low threatening rumble of the thunder was heard, and then, as
it rapidly increased in volume of sound, bright flashes of light were
seen blazing out beyond the interweaving branches of the trees. The
storm, as in all tropical countries, quickly gathered force and
intensity, and very soon it was raging in all its fury above and around
them. The loud reverberating roll of the thunder was incessant, the
lightning flashed with ever-increasing rapidity, and at last the entire
atmosphere seemed to be in one continued tremulous glare of unearthly
light.
The mules started and quivered, as the lightning-flashes grew more rapid
and intense; and finally they became so terrified that George had as
much as he could do to restrain them from bolting, and so dashing
themselves, the waggon, and its occupants to pieces against the trees.
The storm was at its fiercest when suddenly the party found themselves
enveloped in a blinding blaze of greenish-blue light; simultaneously
there came a terrific rattling crash, as though the universe had burst
asunder; the occupants of the waggon--blinded, and deafened by the
dazzling brilliancy of the flash and the tremendous report which
accompanied it--felt themselves hurled violently to the earth, and then
followed oblivion.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
THE PURSUIT.
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