Keep your torch down.

You'll fall over them." Forrest stopped short.

Curiously enough, it was he now who seemed the more terrified.

The wind and the thunder of the sea together seemed to reach them through the walls of earth in a strange monotonous roar, sometimes shriller as the wind triumphed, sometimes deep and low so that the very ground beneath their feet vibrated as the sea came thundering up into the cove.

Cecil, who was more used to such noises, heard them unmoved.
"If my people had left me such a dog's hole as this," Forrest declared viciously, "I'd have buried them in it and blown it up to the skies.
It's only fit for ghosts." The very weakening of the other man seemed for the moment to give Cecil added courage.