She could only resume her broken rest and hope that it might not be again disturbed.
Adam pulled on his clothes with his usual brisk deftness of movement and went downstairs.

The rising storm was calling him, and he could not be deaf to the call.

He had belonged to the lifeboat ever since he had come to man's estate, and never a storm arose but he held himself ready for service.
His first, almost instinctive, action was to take the key of the lifeboat house from its nail in the kitchen.

Then, whistling cheerily below his breath, he set about laying the fire.

The kettles were already filled.