Part 10 (1/2)
”But up the cliff: you don't think there's anything there that ons like father has in that old Latin book about Switzerland?”
”Yes; you've got pictures of thes, that lived in the ammon!” cried Vince ”People used to believe in all kinds of nonsense--s that we laugh about now There, one can't help feeling a bit shrinky, after all we've heard and been frightened with by people ever since ere little bits of chaps; but Iworse about the Scraw than there is about other dangerous places”
”Ah! you say so now because it's broad daylight and the sun shi+nes, but you'd talk differently if it was dark as pitch”
”Shouldn't go if it was dark as pitch, because we shouldn't knohere ere going I say, you're not going to turn tail?”
”No,” said Mike, ”I'll go with you; but one can't help feeling a bit shrinky I', then,” said Vince
”We shan't see anybody if we go round by the Dole after you pass the one on the Crusy common”
”And nobody lives in that now”
”Why?” said Mike quickly ”Think they saw anything? It's nearest to the Scraw Cliff”
”See anything? No But they used to feel--the wind Why, it's the highest part of Crag Island! Coht old Joe didn't want us to go there”
”Yes,” said Vince
”Well, wasn't it because in his rough, surly way he likes us, and didn't want us to get hurt?”
”Perhaps!” said Vince laconically
”Well, there couldn't be any other reason”
”Yes, there could It , and for ormers and queens and oysters, and he don't want any one else to find it out”
”Yes, it ht be that,” said Mike; and he set his teeth and looked as if he were going upon soht never return alive
Vince looked a little uneasy too, but there was determination plainly written on his countenance as the two lads, after a glance round to see if they were observed, ether; over the stony cliff
CHAPTER FIVE
WHILE THE RAVEN CROAKED
It was getting well on in the afternoon, but they had hours of daylight before them for their task To reach the spot would have been a trifle if they had possessed the wings of the grey gull which floated softly overhead as if watching them A few hingly said when at home in the centre of the island, where Sir Francis Ladelle's sheltered e as of the fisher-farmers of the place, they could not have walked twointo the sea But to reach thethe Scraas not an easy task