The sky was black with clouds, and the rain and wind struck them simultaneously as they urged on.

The warning hum had already risen to a roar, and the wave, as they raced, crest over crest, to the shore, hissed and seethed with a fury which could be heard a mile off.
Neither of the men spoke.

Armstrong, with the reins in his hand, kept his eyes stolidly between the horse's ears.

The doctor, more agitated, looked eagerly out across the sea.
At last, near the summit of the tall, angular headland, the gig came abruptly to a standstill.

The horse was tied up, and the two men, scarcely able to keep their feet, staggered to the cliff edge.