Then he turned and made for his waiting shoe just as his last torch went out.
The smell of the fresh salt air, when he wriggled out into the well, was almost as good as a feast to him.

He climbed hastily to the surface, and, as he crept out from under the topmost slab, took careful note of its position, and then scored with a piece of rock each stone which led up to it.

For, if ever he should need an inner sanctuary, here was one to his hand, and evidently quite unknown to the present generation of Sark men.
He recovered his eggs, and crept round the shoulder of the rock.

The gale pounced on him like a tiger on its half-escaped prey.

It beat him flat, worried him, did its best to tear him off and fling him into the sea.