She bent her head and crept under the stones of the roof, and he followed her. They had a depth of scarcely three feet behind them, for the bank of the mound against which the stones lay sloped naturally outward, and the height was not more than four feet; but it was a shelter, although they had to kneel upon its hard floor. It was a shelter, and they had need of one just then. The cloud had burst over them just as they reached their hospitable cleft in the rocks, and the seventh plague of Egypt had fallen upon the rude amphitheatre of the Red Tor--it was hail mingled with fire; and when a pause came, as it did with a suddenness that was more appalling than the violence of the storm, the ninth plague was upon them. The darkness might have been felt. They could see nothing outside. They knew that only ten yards away there was another pile of rocks with a few stunted trees springing from their crevices; but they could not even see this landmark. Farther away, on a small plateau, was the celebrated rocking-stone of Red Tor; but it seemed to have been blotted out. They could hear the sound of the wind shrieking over the land, making many strange whistlings and moanings through the hollows among the stones--they could hear the sound of thousands of runnels down the banks, but they could see nothing. In that awful black pause Wesley began to repeat the words of the eighteenth Psalm: “The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and my high tower.... “In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry before him, even into his ears. “Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. “There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it. “He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet. “And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. “He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. “At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire. “The Lord also thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his voice; hail stones and coals of fire. “Yea, he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; and he shot out lightnings, and discomfited them. “Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.... “For thou wilt light my candle: the Lord my God will enlighten my darkness.” Before he had come to the last stanza the battle of the elements had followed the brief truce.