Presently two of the planks were torn up by a sea, and several bags of coal, a barrel of small beer, and a few casks containing lime and sand, were all swept away.  The men would certainly have shared the fate of these, had they not clung to the beams until the sea had passed.

As nothing remained after that which could be removed to the room above, they left the mortar-gallery to its fate, and returned to the kitchen, where they were met by the anxious glances and questions of their comrades.

The fire, meanwhile, could scarcely be got to burn, and the whole place was full of smoke, besides being wet with the sprays that burst over the roof, and found out all the crevices that had not been sufficiently stopped up.  Attending to these leaks occupied most of the men at intervals during the night.  Ruby and his friend the smith spent much of the time in the doorway, contemplating the gradual destruction of their workshop.

For some time the gale remained steady, and the anxiety of the men began to subside a little, as they became accustomed to the ugly twisting of the great beams, and found that no evil consequences followed.

In the midst of this confusion, poor Forsyth’s anxiety of mind became as nothing compared with the agony of his toothache!

Bremner had already made several attempts to persuade the miserable man to have it drawn, but without success.

“I could do it quite easy,” said he, “only let me get a hold of it, an’ before you could wink I’d have it out.”

“Well, you may try,” cried Forsyth in desperation, with a face of ashy paleness.

It was an awful situation truly.  In danger of his life; suffering the agonies of toothache, and with the prospect of torments unbearable from an inexpert hand; for Forsyth did not believe in Bremner’s boasted powers.

“What’ll you do it with?” he enquired meekly.  “Jamie Dove’s small pincers.  Here they are,” said Bremner, moving about actively in his preparations, as if he enjoyed such work uncommonly.

By this time the men had assembled round the pair, and almost forgot the storm in the interest of the moment.

“Hold him, two of you,” said Bremner, when his victim was seated submissively on a cask.

“You don’t need to hold me,” said Forsyth, in a gentle tone.

“Don’t we!” said Bremner.  “Here, Dove, Ned, grip his arms, and some of you stand by to catch his legs; but you needn’t touch them unless he kicks.  Ruby, you’re a strong fellow; hold his head.”

The men obeyed.  At that moment Forsyth would have parted with his dearest hopes in life to have escaped, and the toothache, strange to say, left him entirely; but he was a plucky fellow at bottom; having agreed to have it done, he would not draw back.

Bremner introduced the pincers slowly, being anxious to get a good hold of the tooth.  Forsyth uttered a groan in anticipation!  Alarmed lest he should struggle too soon, Bremner made a sudden grasp and caught the tooth.  A wrench followed; a yell was the result, and the pincers slipped!  This was fortunate, for he had caught the wrong tooth.