So I was scarce sat down when in came a roaring blast, filling even our corner with cold, wet air, that quenched the weakling candle flame.
'God save us, what a night!' Ratsey cried.
'God save poor souls at sea,' said I.
'Amen to that,' says he, 'and would that every Amen I have said had come as truly from my heart.

There will be sea enough on Moonfleet Beach this night to lift a schooner to the top of it, and launch her down into the fields behind.

I had as lief be in the Mohune vault as in this fearsome place, and liefer too, if half the tales men tell are true of faces that may meet one here.

For God's sake let us light a fire, for I caught sight of a store of driftwood before that sickly candle went out.' It was some time before we got a fire alight, and even after the flame had caught well hold, the rush of the wind would every now and again blow the smoke into our eyes, or send a shower of sparks dancing through the cave.

But by degrees the logs began to glow clear white, and such a cheerful warmth came out, as was in itself a solace and remedy for man's afflictions.
'Ah!' said Ratsey, 'I was shrammed with wet and cold, and half-dead with this baffling wind.