"I must go and help, if you can manage." "I can manage," she answered quietly.
He strode out, and closing the door behind him with an effort, faced the gale again.

Down in the lee of the light-house the lamps of the coast-guard carriage gleamed foggily through the rain.

The men were there discussing, George among them.

He had just galloped up.
The Chief Officer went off to question the survivor, while the rest began their search.

They searched all that night; they burned flares and shouted; their torches dotted the cliffs.