His limbs trembled beneath him, and a cold sweat broke out upon his pallid face.
If he complied with Mr Haredale's last injunction now, it was because he had not the power to speak or move.

He strained his gaze, and fixed it on a patch of moonlight, into which, if he continued to ascend, he must soon emerge.

When he appeared there, he would try to call to him.
Again the ashes slipped and crumbled; some stones rolled down, and fell with a dull, heavy sound upon the ground below.

He kept his eyes upon the piece of moonlight.

The figure was coming on, for its shadow was already thrown upon the wall.