Here, George," he continued to the servant, "give me the lantern; I will go with this boy to the Stack; you follow us with ropes, and order a carriage from the King's Head.
Take care to bring anything with you that seems likely to be useful." Montagu and Dr.Rowlands again started, and with difficulty made their way through the storm to the shore opposite the Stack.

Here they raised the lantern and shouted; but the wind was now screaming with such violence that they were not sure that they heard any answering shout.
Their eyes, accustomed to the darkness, could just make out the huge black outline of the Stack rising from the yeast of boiling waves, and enveloped every moment in blinding sheets of spray.

On the top of it Montagu half thought that he saw something, but he was not sure.
"Thank God, there is yet hope," said the Doctor, with difficulty making his young companion catch his words amid the uproar of the elements; "if they can but keep warm in their wet clothes, we may perhaps rescue them before morning." Again he shouted to cheer them with his strong voice, and Montagu joined his clear ringing tones to the shout.

This time they fancied that in one of the pauses of the wind they heard a faint cheer returned, was sound more welcome, and as they paced up and down they shouted at intervals, and held up the lantern, to show the boys that friends and help were near.
Eric heard them.

When Montagu left, he had carried Russell to the highest point of the rock, and there, with gentle hands and soothing words, made him as comfortable as he could.