The wind nearly swept them from their place; but they clung to the great stones, and saw the airy torrent, as if emulating that below it, fill itself with branches and leaves and lumps of foam.

Then first Ginevra became fully aware of the danger in which the house was, and from which Gibbie had rescued her.

Augmented in volume and rapidity by the junction of its neighbour, the Glashburn was now within a yard--so it seemed from that height at least--of the door.

But they must not linger.

The nearest accessible shelter was the cottage, and Gibbie knew it would need all Ginevra's strength to reach it.
Again he took her by the hand.
"But where's Mistress Mac Farlane ?" she said.