He wrapped him in every piece of dry clothing he could find, and held him in his arms, heedless of the blood which covered him.

Very faintly Russell thanked him, and pressed his hand; but he moaned in pain continually, and at last fainted away.
Meanwhile the wind rose higher, and the tide gained on the rocks, and the sacred darkness came down.

At first Eric could think of nothing but storm and sea.

Cold, and cruel, and remorseless, the sea beat up, drenching them to the skin continually with, its clammy spray; and the storm shrieked round them pitilessly, and flung about the wet hair on Eric's bare head, and forced him to plant himself firmly, lest the rage of the gusts should hurl them from their narrow resting-place.

The darkness made everything more fearful, for his eyes could distinguish nothing but the gulfs of black water glistening here and there with hissing foam, and he shuddered as his ears caught the unearthly noises that came to him in the mingled scream of weltering tempest and plangent wave.