do the same to me, for I know I shan't, and your wishes would be hollow."
He moved away again towards the stone-pine where his hammock was hung, a pale tall ghost of a figure against the blackness.
Then, quite suddenly, some panic impulse seized Jessie, the result perhaps of her overstrung nerves and the overcharged atmosphere, and she sprang up, not knowing why.
"Wait a moment, Archie," she cried. "Don't go—something is going to happen."
Even as she spoke the whole world seemed enveloped in fire, and the core of the fire, a white-hot line, plunged downwards into the stone-pine, which was rent from top to bottom. Absolute blackness filled with the deafening roar of the thunder and deluging rain succeeded, and they rushed towards the shelter of the house.
For a moment they all three stood there recovering their balance from that tremendous crash and convulsion. Then Archie, with his soaked silk clinging close to his shoulders and legs, turned to Jessie.
"I wonder why you called out to me," he said. "What made you do it? You saved my life, I expect."
Jessie laughed; little as she was given to hysteria, that laugh was half-way towards uncontrollable tears.
"Why, I didn't want you to die in half an hour," she said lightly.
But she remembered that moment when it came for her to save Archie's life indeed. Some inexplicable signal from love had flashed upon her that night, and should flash upon her again.
