And as the moon rose the hideous uproar of wind and sea began to die away.
Thalassa threw down the lantern, and resumed his search.

Carefully he explored in and out among the rude masses of rock, beating farther and farther away from the house, cautiously skirting the perpendicular edge of the cliffs, looking over, and backing away again.

His wider cast brought him at length to where the Moon Rock rose from the turmoil of the sea.

He crept on hands and knees to the bald face of the cliff, and looked down.
By the light of the moon something caught his eye far below--something white and small, showing distinctly against the black glistening base of the Moon Rock.

He could not discern what it was, but a nameless terror seized him, and his jaw dropped as he crouched there, gazing.