Wind howling, rain tailing, trees surging, sea roaring, and a big dog barking, made the black night hideous.
"Down, Tiger! Down, you big, noisy brute!" cried the man.

"Here, Mollie, let me help you out." There was no escape--Mollie let him.

The salt breath of the sea blew in her face--its awful thunder on the shore drowned all lesser noises.
Through the blackness of the black night she could see the blacker outline of a house, from one or two windows of which faint lights shone.

Tossing trees surrounded it--a high board fence and a tall, padlocked gate inclosed it.
"All right, Mollie," the man said.

"This is home!" He drew her arm within his and hurried her up a long, graveled path, under dripping, tossing trees.
The storm of wind and rain nearly beat the breath out of the girl's body, and she was glad when the shelter of a great front porch was gained.
"I hope you're not very wet, my little wife," said the man: "because I don't know as there is a change of garments in this establishment that will fit you.