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Glenarvan
and
his
companions
gazed
silently
at
this
terrifying
spectacle
.
They
could
not
make
their
voices
heard
,
but
the
sheets
of
white
light
which
enwrapped
them
every
now
and
then
,
revealed
the
face
of
one
and
another
,
sometimes
the
calm
features
of
the
Major
,
sometimes
the
eager
,
curious
glance
of
Paganel
,
or
the
energetic
face
of
Glenarvan
,
and
at
others
,
the
scared
eyes
of
the
terrified
Robert
,
and
the
careless
looks
of
the
sailors
,
investing
them
with
a
weird
,
spectral
aspect
.
However
,
as
yet
,
no
rain
had
fallen
,
and
the
wind
had
not
risen
in
the
least
.
But
this
state
of
things
was
of
short
duration
;
before
long
the
cataracts
of
the
sky
burst
forth
,
and
came
down
in
vertical
streams
.
As
the
large
drops
fell
splashing
into
the
lake
,
fiery
sparks
seemed
to
fly
out
from
the
illuminated
surface
.
Was
the
rain
the
FINALE
of
the
storm
?
If
so
,
Glenarvan
and
his
companions
would
escape
scot
free
,
except
for
a
few
vigorous
douche
baths
.
No
.
At
the
very
height
of
this
struggle
of
the
electric
forces
of
the
atmosphere
,
a
large
ball
of
fire
appeared
suddenly
at
the
extremity
of
the
horizontal
parent
branch
,
as
thick
as
a
man
's
wrist
,
and
surrounded
with
black
smoke
.
This
ball
,
after
turning
round
and
round
for
a
few
seconds
,
burst
like
a
bombshell
,
and
with
so
much
noise
that
the
explosion
was
distinctly
audible
above
the
general
FRACAS
.
A
sulphurous
smoke
filled
the
air
,
and
complete
silence
reigned
till
the
voice
of
Tom
Austin
was
heard
shouting
:
"
The
tree
is
on
fire
.
"
Tom
was
right
.
In
a
moment
,
as
if
some
fireworks
were
being
ignited
,
the
flame
ran
along
the
west
side
of
the
OMBU
;
the
dead
wood
and
nests
of
dried
grass
,
and
the
whole
sap
,
which
was
of
a
spongy
texture
,
supplied
food
for
its
devouring
activity
.
The
wind
had
risen
now
and
fanned
the
flame
.
It
was
time
to
flee
,
and
Glenarvan
and
his
party
hurried
away
to
the
eastern
side
of
their
refuge
,
which
was
meantime
untouched
by
the
fire
.
They
were
all
silent
,
troubled
,
and
terrified
,
as
they
watched
branch
after
branch
shrivel
,
and
crack
,
and
writhe
in
the
flame
like
living
serpents
,
and
then
drop
into
the
swollen
torrent
,
still
red
and
gleaming
,
as
it
was
borne
swiftly
along
on
the
rapid
current
.
The
flames
sometimes
rose
to
a
prodigious
height
,
and
seemed
almost
lost
in
the
atmosphere
,
and
sometimes
,
beaten
down
by
the
hurricane
,
closely
enveloped
the
OMBU
like
a
robe
of
Nessus
.
Terror
seized
the
entire
group
.
They
were
almost
suffocated
with
smoke
,
and
scorched
with
the
unbearable
heat
,
for
the
conflagration
had
already
reached
the
lower
branches
on
their
side
of
the
OMBU
.
To
extinguish
it
or
check
its
progress
was
impossible
;
and
they
saw
themselves
irrevocably
condemned
to
a
torturing
death
,
like
the
victims
of
Hindoo
divinities
.
At
last
,
their
situation
was
absolutely
intolerable
.
Of
the
two
deaths
staring
them
in
the
face
,
they
had
better
choose
the
less
cruel
.
"
To
the
water
!
"
exclaimed
Glenarvan
.
Wilson
,
who
was
nearest
the
flames
,
had
already
plunged
into
the
lake
,
but
next
minute
he
screamed
out
in
the
most
violent
terror
:
