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"
Do
you
know
where
he
is
?
"
"
Asleep
in
the
barn
.
"
"
He
promised
that
the
stacks
should
be
seen
to
,
and
now
they
are
all
neglected
!
Can
I
do
anything
to
help
?
Liddy
is
afraid
to
come
out
.
Fancy
finding
you
here
at
such
an
hour
!
Surely
I
can
do
something
?
"
"
You
can
bring
up
some
reed
-
sheaves
to
me
,
one
by
one
,
ma
’
am
;
if
you
are
not
afraid
to
come
up
the
ladder
in
the
dark
,
"
said
Gabriel
.
"
Every
moment
is
precious
now
,
and
that
would
save
a
good
deal
of
time
.
It
is
not
very
dark
when
the
lightning
has
been
gone
a
bit
.
"
"
I
’
ll
do
anything
!
"
she
said
,
resolutely
.
She
instantly
took
a
sheaf
upon
her
shoulder
,
clambered
up
close
to
his
heels
,
placed
it
behind
the
rod
,
and
descended
for
another
.
At
her
third
ascent
the
rick
suddenly
brightened
with
the
brazen
glare
of
shining
majolica
—
every
knot
in
every
straw
was
visible
.
On
the
slope
in
front
of
him
appeared
two
human
shapes
,
black
as
jet
.
The
rick
lost
its
sheen
—
the
shapes
vanished
.
Gabriel
turned
his
head
.
It
had
been
the
sixth
flash
which
had
come
from
the
east
behind
him
,
and
the
two
dark
forms
on
the
slope
had
been
the
shadows
of
himself
and
Bathsheba
.
Then
came
the
peal
.
It
hardly
was
credible
that
such
a
heavenly
light
could
be
the
parent
of
such
a
diabolical
sound
.
"
How
terrible
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
and
clutched
him
by
the
sleeve
.
Gabriel
turned
,
and
steadied
her
on
her
aerial
perch
by
holding
her
arm
.
At
the
same
moment
,
while
he
was
still
reversed
in
his
attitude
,
there
was
more
light
,
and
he
saw
,
as
it
were
,
a
copy
of
the
tall
poplar
tree
on
the
hill
drawn
in
black
on
the
wall
of
the
barn
.
It
was
the
shadow
of
that
tree
,
thrown
across
by
a
secondary
flash
in
the
west
.
The
next
flare
came
.
Bathsheba
was
on
the
ground
now
,
shouldering
another
sheaf
,
and
she
bore
its
dazzle
without
flinching
—
thunder
and
all
—
and
again
ascended
with
the
load
.
There
was
then
a
silence
everywhere
for
four
or
five
minutes
,
and
the
crunch
of
the
spars
,
as
Gabriel
hastily
drove
them
in
,
could
again
be
distinctly
heard
.
He
thought
the
crisis
of
the
storm
had
passed
.
But
there
came
a
burst
of
light
.
"
Hold
on
!
"
said
Gabriel
,
taking
the
sheaf
from
her
shoulder
,
and
grasping
her
arm
again
.
