Up from the south came a roaring squall.

As the moon vanished what I had seen vanished with it--blotted out as an image on a magic lantern; the tinkling ceased abruptly--leaving a silence like that which follows an abrupt thunder clap.

There was nothing about us but silence and blackness! Through me passed a trembling as one who has stood on the very verge of the gulf wherein the men of the Louisades says lurks the fisher of the souls of men, and has been plucked back by sheerest chance.
Throckmartin passed an arm around me.
"It is as I thought," he said.

In his voice was a new note; the calm certainty that has swept aside a waiting terror of the unknown.

"Now I know! Come with me to my cabin, old friend.