I'll go round to Rufus.

I'll go round and knock him up." With the words he tramped off through the rushing rain, and leaving the quay, struck upwards along the cliff in the direction of the narrow path that ran down to Rufus's dwelling above the Spear Point Caves.
Despite the spareness of his frame, he climbed the ascent with a rapidity that made him gasp.

The wind also was against him, blowing in strong gusts, and the raging of the sea below was as the roaring of a thousand torrents.

The great waves boomed against the cliff far beyond the summer watermark.

They had long since covered the quicksand, and he thought he felt the ground shake with the shock of them.
He reached at length the gap in the cliff that led down to the cottage, and here he paused; for the descent was sharp, and the light that still filtered through the dense storm-clouds was very dim.