the fire came upon them with shocking speed , a low hissing beneath the continuing crash of the thunder and dry wind , whispering with great malice and hunger , and laurence shouting over the noise , `` leave that , damn your eyes , '' while one of the convicts came reluctantly out from behind some bushes and through the grey wisps of drifting smoke , dragging a cask of rum which he had somehow stolen away after their landing , meaning to privately enjoy .