I was frightened, for I knew that it must be far into the night, and an awful gale is blowing which shakes the whole church.

I went to the door and opened it, and by the light of the moon I saw that between me and the shore lies a raging sea hundreds of yards wide.

Then I came back and threw out my mind to you, and tried to wake you, if you slept; tried to make you understand that I wished you to go to the aerophone and hear me." "I will get help at once," broke in Morris.
"I beg you," came back the voice, "I beg you, do not stir.

The time is very short; already the waves are dashing against the walls of the chancel, and I hear the water rumbling in the vaults beneath my feet.
Listen!" her voice ceased, and in place of it there swelled the shriek of the storm which beat about the Dead Church, the rush, too, of the water in the hollow vaults and the crashing of old coffins as they were washed from their niches.

Another instant, and Stella had cut off these sounds and was speaking again.
"It is useless to think of help, no boat, nothing could live upon that fearful sea; moreover, within five minutes this church must fall and vanish." "My God! My God!" wailed Morris.
"Do not grieve; it is a waste of precious time, and do not stir till the end.