The two men, as they stood in the street looking seaward, could hear already the solemn hum through the breathless air, and feel the first cool whiff of the breeze on their faces, while at their feet there fell with a sudden plash a heavy drop of rain.
"Had they a sail ?" asked the doctor.
"No." "It's coming south-east.

They will drive in this side of Sheep Head." "That's what I thought.

An awful coast, and not a boat there." "Get the horse in the gig," said Dr Brandram, "while I put together what we are likely to want.

Look sharp." Armstrong wanted no encouragement to be expeditious, and had the trap at the door almost before the doctor had his pile of blankets, wraps, with brandy and other restoratives, ready to put in it.

In the village they paused to buy a rope and to warn one or two stragglers of their errand.
Then in the gathering storm they drove hard towards Sheep Head.
There was no mistake about the gale now.