Suddenly the lightning flashed again, this time so vividly and so near that the whole heaven burst into fiery illumination above them and the thunder, crashing almost simultaneously, seemed for a moment to rock the world and bow the heavens towards them.  Then a silence; then Sweetwater’s whisper in Mr. Challoner’s ear: 

“Take them away!  I saw him; he was falling like a shot.”

Mr. Challoner threw out his arms, then steadied himself.  Oswald was reeling; Oswald had seen too.  But Doris was there.  When the lightning flashed again, she was standing and Oswald was weeping on her bosom.