"Aren't we going any farther?" said Nora.

"Not while this storm lasts. Oh, for goodness' sake, Nora, do stay
quiet," said Biddy.

Andy now produced out of his pocket a box of matches and a candle.
He struck a match, applied it to the candle, and the next moment a
feeble flame shot up. It was comparatively calm within the cave.

"There! that will light us a bit," said Andy. "The storm won't last
long. It's well we got into shelter. Now, then, we'll do fine."

"You don't think," said Biddy, in a terrified tone, "that the cave
will be be crashed in?"

"Glory be to Heaven, no, miss--we have cheated the storm coming here."
The man smiled as he spoke, showing bits of broken teeth. His words
were gentle enough, but his whole appearance was more like that of a
wild beast than a man. Nora looked full at him. The candle lit up her
pale face; her dark-blue eyes were full of courage; a lock of her
black hair had got loose in the exertion of rowing, and had fallen
partly over her shoulder and neck. "Faix, then, you might be the Banshee
herself," said Andy, bending forward and looking at her attentively.

"If the moon comes out again we may see the Banshee," whispered
Nora. "Can we not go farther into the cave? Time is flying." She
took her watch from her pocket and looked at the hour. It was
already past eleven o'clock.

"The storm will be over in good time," said the man. "Do you want to